I'm Sick and Ranting

Because I'm sick and in a bad mood...

Okay, really I'm not in that bad of a mood. I mean, I have four healthy and gorgeous girls, a baby brewing, a healthy husband and a rather clean/organized house. What more could a girl ask for, right? Actually, I really am sick and it's making me frustrated and I'm asking for a break! Mother Nature, please cut me some slack!!!!

It's the darn ragweed that lurks in every corner of this area that has me feeling like an 18 wheeler drove over me and filled me with snot {how's that imagery workin' for ya?}. The way I've been reacting to it, you'd think I have it growing throughout my house. Constant sneezing, nose blowing, itchy throat, watery/itchy eyes during the day and it gets worse at night. I've been taking Zyrtec {which used to work} ever since I hit the second trimester, but now it doesn't seem to phase these allergies.

As soon as my heads hits the pillow, my sinuses feel like they're going to explode. The pain has been keeping me up nearly all night long. I'll doze off for about 10 minutes and then wake up to a dried out throat and pounding pain in my head and jaw. Yes, this happens all night long.

I finally caved and called the doctor today because I could tell it was spreading into my chest. Sure enough, I'm hacking away now and it is so darn painful. Luckily, the doc sent an Rx for an antibiotic which I got earlier today. I'm hoping that it clears up the yucky sinus infection and also takes care of anything that may be trying to brew in my chest.

Really, I'll give just about anything to get some good sleep tonight. Prayers! Good vibes! Please! This mama needs some beauty rest {no really, the beauty part is needed as much as the sleep part. Have you seen what my face looks like when it's swollen, rubbed red and otherwise pale. Not to mention that I can't wear make up. It's just scary. So if any of you see me in the next... well, until it freezes--please accept my apologies}.

Anyway at the top of this post I said, "because I'm sick and in a bad mood..." and now I'll finally get to my point. I'm really just using my current state of Blech to rationalize the BI**H fest I'm about to throw. So if you're not in the mood for one of my pregnancy and sick induced rants, please cease all reading activity now! THANKS!

This has irritated me for the longest time. I may even have blogged about it on here before. But that just shows you how irritating I find this {very minor, I realize this fact} issue. You ready for it?

As if McDonald's doesn't give us enough to complain about, what with their lack of nutritious food, why do they insist on sticking to their sexist ways? It drives me mad when I pull up to the drive-thru box {twice a year out of dire necessity} and order a Happy Meal and the voice says "Is this for a boy or a girl?"

Really, McDonald's? Really? Are you still stuck in 1955 when all girls supposedly played with dolls and all boys supposedly played with trucks/male action figures? Can't you just phrase the questions "Would you like the doll or the truck?" Why do you have to portray your ignorance to the world around you even more by asking "girl or boy?"

You don't even ask if I want the "girl or boy toy." Nooooooooo, you have to ask if I have a girl or a boy, thus totally rendering the choice of the toy to your discretion. I'm the parent. I've got some degrees that don't come from the How to Fry Fries School of Crappy Food. For God's sake, let me make the decision about what toy my kid wants regardless of her sex. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

And because I know I have inquisitive {yes, I'm referring to all four of you} readers, you are probably asking, Well, have you ever taken your concerns to the manager?

And let me tell you the answer good readers, YES! Yes, of course I have tried to school the unschoolable! I have tried to explain that just because I have a daughter doesn't mean I should automatically be given the doll toy. I explained how sexist that is. I explained that if they still want to remain behind the times when Elvis was King and margarine {YUCK!} ruled the dinner table, then they could at least ask me if I wanted the girl or boy toy? I explained how utterly ridiculous it is that in the 21st century I have to put up with this nonsense. And guess what?

They {McDonald's} didn't get it. My explaining was apparently over their understanding. It was as if I was speaking a totally different language {and actually, in this case I kind of was}.

Okay, there! It's done. You and I can both move on now. I don't like being Negative Nelly, and I realize this is a very minor issue. It's like a really {bad} pet peeve. It's not anything that is going to affect me or my family in any dramatic way. It is really just a {crazy, absurd, stupid} minor annoyance that I only fume over for about 5 minutes twice a year.

Let me know if any of you find this irritating. I surely can't be the only one who is annoyed by this {right?}. And if any of you try to take your concerns to the manager, let me know how that goes! Please! I'm curious.