I just got in the door with two hundred dollars of groceries, laundry soap and baby formula, and my husband comes down the stairs to "help" - and he looks like a corpse. I say, "What happened to YOU?" He explains that he's been blowing chunks over the sink for the last half-hour because I poisoned him.
Ah. The truth is out.
I had left some homemade tomato sauce that had been frozen, in the crock-pot for dinner. He ate two meatballs (a very super common meal in our house - it's the standby dish, I always have some in the freezer ready to go) and twenty minutes later, he's blowing lunch through his nostrils, and feeling like he's ripping his staple-line to his gastric pouch. He was determined it was food poisoning. It doesn't matter that my five year old ate the same meal, with no ill effects, he's been poisoned, and that's that. Sure, it's quite possible that he overate even just the slightest bit - and it had to come up - but not him, he doesn't "ever eat too much." (Sure he doooooooooesn't.)
But, to be safe, I am not eating the sauce. I will do anything humanly possible to avoid The Vomit.
Instead, I had a bowl of instant udon soup with noodles. These noodles are ghastly and slug-like. I am having a very hard time stomaching it at all. It doesn't help that he came out here while I was slurping a noodle and said, "Well, that looks just like a tape worm."
Yeah - I guess this means we are home!
Topic change:
I had an iron infusion this afternoon, so we got home early. My blood levels are the same as last time - and that is a good thing, considering I went without an infusion last week.
Today - a bounty of mail. (Not email, I don't really get much, actually.) A letter from the school - apparently I forgot to send in my new kindergartener's physical form in, but, she's Going! To! Full-Day! School! (I'm not that excited about it, no.)
A check! Actual physical cash dollars from Google. Whoa. Turns out they do pay you. It wasn't much, but it bought half my groceries. (So there, Meem, that's why I have ads. Can't always be a freebie.)
A copy of the appeal to the MCAD regarding my case, in which they said basically, "it happened, but..."
Which leads to...
Lawyer spam! Well, technically not spam - turns out when you have a case at the MCAD, it's public record. (Didn't know this?) I got two letters from other lawyers.
One reads:
"I am contacting you because you have a substantial claim of discrimination and sexual harassment against "A Large Retail Craft Store Based Out Of Moorestown, NJ" based on public records provided by the MCAD..."
The Boston-area lawyer that sent the newest letter ---- works on a contingency fee basis for sexual harassment and discrimination cases. (They don't get paid unless I get paid.) My current lawyer was already working on a contingency fee basis - he's done everything for no pay, but going to court, he would charge hourly - due to the time it will take. (But, in his defense, he's also holding a state office, so his time is short.) He told me last week that he is ready to take the case to Federal or Superior Court, but we are to sit and discuss it, and the possibility of fees.
So, of course I am already in this other lawyer's inbox. I even contacted the law office that pursued the whistleblowers' case against the same company, but he isn't licensed to practice in Massachusetts. I chatted with a more local lawyer he said: "Full. Steam. Ahead. Call me if you need a new lawyer."
I just got in the door with two hundred dollars of groceries, laundry soap and baby formula, and my husband comes down the stairs to "help" - and he looks like a corpse. I say, "What happened to YOU?" He explains that he's been blowing chunks over the sink for the last half-hour because I poisoned him.
Ah. The truth is out.
I had left some homemade tomato sauce that had been frozen, in the crock-pot for dinner. He ate two meatballs (a very super common meal in our house - it's the standby dish, I always have some in the freezer ready to go) and twenty minutes later, he's blowing lunch through his nostrils, and feeling like he's ripping his staple-line to his gastric pouch. He was determined it was food poisoning. It doesn't matter that my five year old ate the same meal, with no ill effects, he's been poisoned, and that's that. Sure, it's quite possible that he overate even just the slightest bit - and it had to come up - but not him, he doesn't "ever eat too much." (Sure he doooooooooesn't.)
But, to be safe, I am not eating the sauce. I will do anything humanly possible to avoid The Vomit.
Instead, I had a bowl of instant udon soup with noodles. These noodles are ghastly and slug-like. I am having a very hard time stomaching it at all. It doesn't help that he came out here while I was slurping a noodle and said, "Well, that looks just like a tape worm."
Yeah - I guess this means we are home!
Topic change:
I had an iron infusion this afternoon, so we got home early. My blood levels are the same as last time - and that is a good thing, considering I went without an infusion last week.
Today - a bounty of mail. (Not email, I don't really get much, actually.) A letter from the school - apparently I forgot to send in my new kindergartener's physical form in, but, she's Going! To! Full-Day! School! (I'm not that excited about it, no.)
A check! Actual physical cash dollars from Google. Whoa. Turns out they do pay you. It wasn't much, but it bought half my groceries. (So there, Meem, that's why I have ads. Can't always be a freebie.)
A copy of the appeal to the MCAD regarding my case, in which they said basically, "it happened, but..."
Which leads to...
Lawyer spam! Well, technically not spam - turns out when you have a case at the MCAD, it's public record. (Didn't know this?) I got two letters from other lawyers.
One reads:
The Boston-area lawyer that sent the newest letter ---- works on a contingency fee basis for sexual harassment and discrimination cases. (They don't get paid unless I get paid.) My current lawyer was already working on a contingency fee basis - he's done everything for no pay, but going to court, he would charge hourly - due to the time it will take. (But, in his defense, he's also holding a state office, so his time is short.) He told me last week that he is ready to take the case to Federal or Superior Court, but we are to sit and discuss it, and the possibility of fees.
So, of course I am already in this other lawyer's inbox. I even contacted the law office that pursued the whistleblowers' case against the same company, but he isn't licensed to practice in Massachusetts. I chatted with a more local lawyer he said: "Full. Steam. Ahead. Call me if you need a new lawyer."