I had quite the crappy night last night. It started out all right... right after work we went over to our favorite hangout and ate dinner. But then Chris had to go back to work - and he worked until almost 1:00 am! He came home, turned on the TV and fell asleep on the couch with the dogs loose. I went to bed around 11:00, but always have trouble staying asleep when he's not there. So I kept waking up every half hour to an hour, turning over to see if he was there, unaware that he was in the living room. Finally at about 3:30 I heard noises that suggested the dogs were out of their crates, so I got up to investigate. And that's when I found Chris on the couch with the TV on, and Brooskey eating a plastic bottle. (Vixen, for the record, was chewing on a rawhide like a good girl.) To top it all off, after waking Chris up and getting him to lock up the dogs and come to bed, I whacked my head on the corner of my nightstand getting back into bed. And oh yeah, I'm still feeling it.
Earlier this week I said I had a lot to rant about. It turns out my other gripes were not really enough to warrant their own posts, but here's a bulleted summary of what else has had me fired up lately:
- Insurance companies who suddenly want a person to jump through hoops to refill a medication they've been taking for three years. They've happily paid for it every month for three years, and now they suddenly reject the claim demanding prior authorization from my doctor, and take their sweet time processing the authorization once they get it. It's not like I'm trying to get narcotics - it's an asthma/allergy drug! It finally went through yesterday, but the whole process has taken almost two weeks.
- Holiday gift-giving controversy. Seriously, why do we all have to place orders for our own Christmas gifts? What happened to surprising someone with a special gift you found on your own that they might not have even known they wanted? And why do we all have to spend the exact same amount, an amount that hasn't been adjusted for inflation in almost twenty years? Since when is the price the only factor that determines the quality of a gift? As much drama and controversy as I've seen in my family, Christmas gifts were never the source. We all take the time to find each person a special gift just for them, without demanding a list; we all spend what we can afford, which is more for some, and less for others; and we all appreciate whatever we get, no matter how much it cost. How is it that my family always got this one right, while certain "other" families get it so wrong?