Responsibility

Why is it, as I'm in process of getting ready for work *in a not-so-productive manner* my son keeps begging me to stay home, and with as crappy as I feel *still recovering from the major fever that started this nasty virus* and as tired as I am *not getting into bed until super late, being up all day* I have to keep telling him that "Mommy has to go to work. I can't afford not to go to work." I feel so bad. All he wants is to spend time with someone who is going to give him attention and play with him, and all I can manage to do is continue chugging along on this very weary track tonight. :( I feel bad for the little bugger...

Who wouldn't want to stay home with a face like this?? Oh well, here's to responsibility at it's worst.

Oh a lighter note, it's Friday and I might manage to walk back in the door sometime nearing 330 in the morning if I'm lucky only to get a few hours of good sleep before the light starts cracking through the window again. At least I *have* a job. There are many others less fortunate who can't complain about the bliss that is mine.

And off to work I go....

Where did THAT come from?

I'm a mom to a wonderful little boy, and often find that certain phrases that would be normally heard within the lifetime of any adult take on a different shape and form when little ones are present. Pies, Wine and Moon is just one of those humorous and carefully constructed version of Piss, Whine and Moan. :) This space is for all of my rants, complaints and otherwise not so thrilling thoughts and feelings. Hopefully, by the time I manage to type all those forbidden thoughts, there will be much humor incorporated within them. :)

Bresnan Cable

So we've experienced a few cable outages over the past couple of weeks and after some convincing, Rob called them and they scheduled a tech to come out on Friday between 1 and 3. No biggie, someone would be here, right? Wrong...

I get up and Rob, who is now fighting the same bug that hit me a few days ago, reminds me that Bresnan is supposed to be here between one and three today and he was going to go lay back down and get more sleep. I don't blame him there! So as a courtesy, I turned the ringers off. I opened the front door so any reasonable person would KNOW that someone is home, and went about my business, checking the phone every few minutes to make sure I didn't miss a call in the process.

I watched the Bresnan truck pull into the cul-de-sac, and figured he'd be right up to the door, right?? Come on now... isn't that what MOST people would do?? Wrong. So I watch him back out, and think, eh, he probably forgot something, whatever, he'll be right back. HA!

I happened to glance at the phone and saw a strange number on it, so I called them back. No Answer. Then there was another call from "communications" and I turned the phone on, only to find a voicemail. The tech had called and because I didn't answer the phone, assumed I wasn't home.... HELLO??!! There's a 3 year old that's been running up to the screen door left and right, who in their RIGHT MIND wouldn't think someone was home??!!

So I'm supposed to call and reschedule... I'm sitting here going, why in the hell should I put myself back on YOUR schedule when your tech has spent the past hour and 15 minutes parked just up the street, probably kicked back in his work truck eating chips and drinking soda as he picks his nose until his next appointment. Please.