Oh give me a home where the buffalo roam....

We are back from the Kalahari Water Park excursion. It was a blast, Arlo tried out some new slides with Dad and Aesa had fun playing with a watering can and a shovel for hours. I mostly relaxed and tried to position myself in the sunshine when it streamed in through the windows.

Recovery mode has set in. We are buried under laundry baskets full of dirty clothes and I have no ambition to tackle any of it today. I don't care how messy my house is. I figure most people who stop by are so taken with our charming personalities that they don't notice the disarray. It helps me to stop caring. That and the fact that I really don't care. I am sick of running around the house shuffling our crap from one corner to another, never really achieving the goal of "neat and tidy and everything in its place". HMMM, cabin fever?

Today we are trying to schedule an appointment for Aesa with a mythical beast. I don't know where I got the idea that Doctors were comprehensive, knowledgeable, and gave a rats hiney about their patient's health. I am so sick of waiting on hold only to be transferred to another nurse who wants to give their two cents as well. I want to leave a message for my doctor. Don't even need to talk to him. Seriously, I don't want to go in for them to tell me I need to go see someone else. I don't want to pay them to tell me something that we could have handled over the phone. Maybe I can find him on facebook. I want our doctor to want to know what is going on with our health. I want some freaking follow up, that is all. Am I way too demanding? What the heck. It makes me want to run around in circles and scream. But I won't. I'll just stay on hold and listen to the inane piano music until another nurse says hello. Seriously, what a way to waste a perfectly good day. It would make sense if at the end of the ordeal you felt like your time was well spent and you had the satisfaction of knowing you were headed in the right direction and not just being fished through the slots of your clinics network of providers. Can someone just tell me I am not alone? Oh well.

We have tons of really fun pictures from our weekend. I will post them later when I unpack far enough to find the camera.

Cheers (and sorry about the ranting :)