I haven’t gotten around to blogging in the past few days because I’ve been busy being super lazy, apparently. Last week, we were super busy doing stuff outside the house – play dates, running errands, so on and so forth – and this week, we haven’t done much of anything.
But when I say I’m not doing much of anything, I don’t mean I’m not doing anything at all. I mean I’m at home, chilling with my boys. Entertaining them, teaching them and catching up on cleaning my house.
When a stay-at-home mom stays home, they aren’t sitting around watching Channing Tatum movies and eating chocolate covered peanuts in their bathrobe [I wish]. Nah, we’re a billion things inside. But, the general public seems to think that SAHM’s do the above, and can do whatever they want…according to a lot of people I’ve encountered recently, I do “nothing” because I don’t work a 9-5 paid job.
This week, I’ve been doing a lot of “nothing”. I’ve almost got our basement cleaned and set up for daily use, and I’m nowhere near caught up in laundry but I did organize all that so that I can be caught up sometime in the near future. Maybe. If nobody dirties anything else. We’ve also done a bunch of crafts that didn’t turn out because I suck at crafting but at least I tried.
I’ve also been busy with doctors appointments. Yesterday, I went and got bloodwork for the MRI that’s coming up in December. Wasn’t that a treat. I waited for about 30 minutes to be seen, then I sat down in the chair and yawned because I’m always tired, and the nurse said “Yawning already? Did you just get off work?”
“No,” I replied. “I’m a stay-at-home mom, the only breaks I get seem to be doctor appointments/bloodwork.” That’s my usual joke – because it’s true. Usually, when I don’t have the kids it’s because I’m at the doctors or getting bloodwork, or dental work. Not exactly a “break” if you ask me. But for some reason, she thought I said that I was a single mom.
“So, where’s your husband?” she asked. I thought it was weird, because, like, what prompted that question? So I told her he took the day off to watch the kids for me. “But I thought you said you were a single mom?”
I looked at her blankly because a) if she actually thought I said single mom, why the hell was she asking me where my “husband” was? Wouldn’t that defeat the purpose of being single? and b) she was being bitchy and talking down to me.
“No, I’m a stay at home mom,” I repeated, really slow. Pronouncing all my words super carefully and shit.
“Oh, well then you shouldn’t be tired! Lucky girl, you don’t have to work, you can do whatever you want!” she said, again with the talking down to me bitchiness. She was staring right at me like she knew she was hitting a sore spot too.
“Um, no actually. I don’t,” I replied, pissed off and wanting to set her straight but she had a needle sticking in my arm and one does not mess with nurses sticking needles in their arms, am I right? I was kind of hoping my reply would tip her off that she was being a total asshole but apparently it didn’t.
“Yeah but you don’t have to work hard,” she said, still staring at me. I just kind of grinded my teeth and ignored her. She told me to apply pressure to the needle site and when I continued to bleed she gave me shit for “not pressing hard enough”. I was like, actually I have a bleeding disorder, asshole. I’m pushing hard enough.
So, ya, that was fun. Not. I can’t believe that I still get all frozen and bewildered when someone’s an asshole to me. You’d think with all my recent encounters that I’d be used to it and just start punching people in the speak hole. Maybe next time.
Seriously though, am I the only one who gets to have encounters with asshole medical personal? Seems to be happening a lot to me lately.