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doc_destructoI woke up bright and early this morning to install some memory into my desktop. The memory, which I had bought from a coworker who'd claimed to have tested it, killed my machine. The original memory cannot go back without setting off alarms and the when I can get configure things to where it doesn't trigger those alarms, not only does only half of my original memory work, but the desktop doesn't boot. At all. No display.
Amidst my computing woes, I learn that the Wif had pushed herself too hard yesterday after her first day of physical therapy and Little Dude's first day back at preschool. She can't move without gianormous amounts of pain. And somehow I still end up having to practically force her to take her pain meds and rest.
Why? Because I also have a 12 hour shift at which I am sitting right now, flying solo after having been awake for what must be 19 or 20 hours now. I will not be home before the 24 hour mark. But it needed to be done because the alternative was that I get toattempt to sleep while Little Dude missed his second day of pre-K and roamed the house unchecked while ne_today suffered without relief since the meds make her a little wonky. Like hell.
And, since we're both up, and I can't exactly slumber heavily during the 3 hours kiddo's in school, we decide to finish our budgeting and finance overhaul. Whoops. Looks like with all our house, car, utilities, food, medical and school expenses I make just enough money to keep us in the black. Barely.
But hey, Little Dude's finally actually sitting on the toilet for his No. 2 (a heretofore rare if unknown occurrence) and after a month of belt-tightening, personal fiscal conservatism the household finances should be closer to back on track. Or at least more on track. A track may have been found. Oh and I have a lunchbox since both kiddo and I needed them. Sadly, mine does not have Spider-Man gracing its front like his does, but I suppose that merely ensures that I get to keep it.
Amidst my computing woes, I learn that the Wif had pushed herself too hard yesterday after her first day of physical therapy and Little Dude's first day back at preschool. She can't move without gianormous amounts of pain. And somehow I still end up having to practically force her to take her pain meds and rest.
Why? Because I also have a 12 hour shift at which I am sitting right now, flying solo after having been awake for what must be 19 or 20 hours now. I will not be home before the 24 hour mark. But it needed to be done because the alternative was that I get to
ne_today suffered without relief since the meds make her a little wonky. Like hell.And, since we're both up, and I can't exactly slumber heavily during the 3 hours kiddo's in school, we decide to finish our budgeting and finance overhaul. Whoops. Looks like with all our house, car, utilities, food, medical and school expenses I make just enough money to keep us in the black. Barely.
But hey, Little Dude's finally actually sitting on the toilet for his No. 2 (a heretofore rare if unknown occurrence) and after a month of belt-tightening, personal fiscal conservatism the household finances should be closer to back on track. Or at least more on track. A track may have been found. Oh and I have a lunchbox since both kiddo and I needed them. Sadly, mine does not have Spider-Man gracing its front like his does, but I suppose that merely ensures that I get to keep it.
