Haiku Friday: One Less Task

Haiku Friday
Remember last week?
My efforts to find a good
photo were in vain

For to send out a
Christmas card, one must order
the cards in time. Duh.

I’m not that upset
One thing off my to-do list
is less stress for me

You know, I’ve had plenty on my plate lately. So I’m making the decision to not fight with a rush order of Christmas cards this year, paying extra for shipping and struggling to mail them in time. If people want to see pictures of my kids, they can come visit the blog. Or hey – here’s a concept – stop by and see them live! Besides, I never do those long we never see you so here’s what my family has done in the past year letters, so people aren’t missing out on much.

It’s freeing to realize I don’t have to address 30 envelopes this year. (I’ve got bad handwriting anyway.) But now that load of holiday pressure on my shoulders has lightened enough that I won’t collapse under it. And if anyone gets upset, I’ll tell them I’m being environmentally conscious this year. Save a tree.

Truthfully, I’ve cut back on a lot of holiday decorating and preparation in an effort to save my sanity. We’re using paper plates and cups for Christmas dinner to cut down on washing dishes. Aaron and I aren’t participating in the adult Hanukkah gift exchange this year. And gift wrapping will involve a lot of gift bags and tissue paper, I think.

I still battle depression, and the Ghost of Holiday Stress that haunts many of us this time of year jabs at my dark mood with its glittery, red and white striped bah humbug stick. I don’t need that.

My haiku today is also part of PBN’s blog blast, partnering with FamilyAware.org, a non-profit organization offering free support and assistance to those feeling overwhelmed or depressed. (They are nice people – earlier this fall they helped me find some resources.) If you want to participate, write about how you are adapting your holiday preparations to keep from becoming overwhelmed before midnight tonight. Full details can be found at the PBN blog.

To play along for Haiku Friday, follow these steps:

1. Write your own haiku on your blog. You can do one or many, all following a theme or just random. What’s a haiku, you ask? Click here.

2. Sign the Mister Linky below with your name and the link to your haiku post (the specific post URL, not your main blog URL). DON’T sign unless you have a haiku this week. If you need help with this, please let me know.

3. Pick up a Haiku Friday button to display on the post or in your sidebar by clicking the button at the top.

REMEMBER: Do not post your link unless you have a haiku this week! I will delete any links without haiku!



All I Want For Christmas Is…?

It wasn’t until adulthood that I fully understood the stress of the holidays. As a kid it was easy – make Christmas lists asking for My Little Ponies and Castle Grayskull (I knew no gender boundaries), write Santa, craft some sentimental salt dough gift for my mom at school, try to be good, leave out cookies on Christmas Eve and open presents on Christmas Day.

I miss the old days sometimes. Especially my Castle Grayskull.

Now I have to clean the house to prepare for the onslaught of family on Christmas Day, shop for gifts, try to meet the wishes of a child who asks for such crazy things as “a yellow present and a bird present!”, wrap them, put up decorations, send out holiday cards, prepare outfits for the girls, and on and on.

But the most stressful part of Christmas for me has to be when I’m asked, “So, what do you want for Christmas?” Ummm…I don’t know.

It’s not that hard for family. I can always rattle off some gift card options like Target to buy practical household stuff. Aaron, however, is the harder one. Because while I can’t think of a single thing I really want as a gift, I still want him to get me something better than Legend on DVD. True story – that was my birthday gift several years ago. I should have read that as a sign that things weren’t going well between us at that time, because while I like Legend, I wasn’t mourning the fact that it was missing from my DVD collection.

The fault is almost entirely mine. I’m tough to shop for. Sure, I can look through catalog after catalog and point to several things that I like, but if asked if I want one of those items as a gift, I shrug and say, “Eh, I don’t like it that much.” Stuff is great, but there are few things that I really really want.

And although I try not to, I have high expectations. I want something sentimental – something to make me melt into a puddle of goo and think to myself It’s perfect! He really knows me! (Especially considering how tough things have been between us this year.) Jewelry doesn’t work unless there’s a specific meaning behind it. Electronics, while always fun gifts, don’t feel very special. And I want something special.

Clearly I watch too many romantic comedies.

I don’t mind the holidays until I’m asked what I want. Then I become depressed and wish we could jump to January 1 and bypass the whole holiday gift thing. Giving gifts is fun. Receiving gifts is a little more stressful. Don’t ask me what I want. I couldn’t begin to give the right answer.

Besides, the real answer is I don’t want to tell someone what to get me. I want to be surprised with the perfect gift. Screwed up, isn’t it? It’s no wonder we’re in therapy.

I would also point out that normally Aaron is tough to shop for, too. Wait – that’s not quite right. He’s AMAZINGLY EASY to shop for, in the sense that he has several things he wants. But a video game or horror movie aren’t very special, are they? Well, maybe a good classic Universal horror film might be special for him.

This year, however, his laptop decided that a monitor really isn’t necessary now that the warranty has expired, and so most of his Christmas budget (and any monetary gifts he gets from others) will be going into a new laptop. He can then continue working without stealing my poor laptop, which can barely keep up with the demands I put on it.

So now Aaron is counting the days until Christmas, looking at me each day in frustration and asking “What do you WANT? You’re impossible to shop for!”

Sorry, dear. Wish I had an answer for you. Is it January 1 yet?

Help me out, ladies – what do YOU want for Christmas, Hanukkah, Solstice, etc.?



Even the "Relatively Healthy" Have Problems Getting Health Insurance

Now that Aaron has this (ever-so-temporary) contract job, we thought it might be nice to have some health insurance again for the two of us. I researched all of the private insurance plans out there, mostly disgusted with 1. how expensive they were and 2. how little they covered. I finally chose one that seemed to be a good balance of cost vs. coverage.

When I first spoke with a customer service rep, I expressed concern that they would try to stick us with a bunch of riders to prevent coverage for anything useful. She assured me that as long as Aaron and I were relatively healthy people, there probably would be few changes from our medical review.

Apparently we differ in our definition of “relatively healthy”.

I provided a very thorough medical history for both of us, leaving out nothing. Every detail was included, from lab values to drug lists. I considered us relatively healthy. I can’t remember the last time Aaron went to the doctor for something other than an annual physical. I’ve had some minor problems (moles removed, sinus surgery, etc.), and we’ve both had minor issues with depression.

They insisted on bloodwork for Aaron because it had been over a year since his last physical. A nice tech came out to our house to do the bloodwork, remaining vague on if we will ever see the numbers. After waiting two weeks to find out the state of our health insurance (while they were still taking money from our bank account, of course), we finally received the offical certificate.

Included with the certificate were several riders. We were both denied any mental health coverage, including medications. (Note to others: if your doctor offers you antidepressants for anything, give serious thought to taking them. If you’re ever forced to pay for private insurance, you might be denied or limited based on this one decision.) Anything dealing with previous conditions wouldn’t be covered for 6 months. I would have to pay a $500 deductible for any prescription medications instead of the standard $150. And Aaron was completely denied any prescription drug benefits.

That last one puzzled me, so I called for clarification. “Well, they probably denied him because he is taking a very expensive medication.”

“But he’s not taking anything at the moment.”

“Oh, well, he must have taken expensive medications in the past then.”

“Nope. He’s taken one prescription medication, and it’s the one I’m currently on, and I wasn’t denied.”

“Well, then, there must be some other reason that they determined he was a poor financial risk for prescription medications.”

“I’m confused. He doesn’t take any medications, and prefers to not take them unless necessary. My history, on the other hand, shows I’m a walking formulary of drugs, yet I’m still being offered benefits.”

She paused and I could hear the clicking of computer keys. “It’s possible he was denied prescription benefits based on his bloodwork.”

I explained that I needed to know the results of that test, and was promptly told no. I applied a little more pressure, and convinced her to at least tell me what values were outside of normal. But she would not give me the actual numbers, so really, the information was pretty useless. I mean, one point over normal is nothing but would still result in a high reading, but way over the normal values would be more serious.

I was told that I could submit $25 and a written request to a mailing address and might get a copy of the results. Apparently since they paid for the test, the insurance company isn’t required to release the results to us. Screwed up, isn’t it? I’m hoping we can get the results to determine if there’s anything we should be concerned about.

(Which, if he does have a problem, how jacked is our insurance system that they would rather treat more serious (or life-threatening) complications of a condition via hospitalization rather than pay for the medication to keep it from becoming serious?)

We decided after all of the limitations, we’d be paying $300 a month for practically nothing. I canceled the policy and will instead put that same amount of money into a savings account each month. Contrary to the insurance company’s belief, we’re both relatively healthy and will likely not need much in the next 6 months. (Knocking on wood furiously…) At that point I’ll graduate and will hopefully find a job with full benefits again. (Wait – need more wood to knock on now…)

If we do need anything, there are Minute Clinics and the like that charge a small amount to get minor illnesses taken care of. Our doctors will also accept a smaller cash payment to be seen.

I never thought buying private health insurance would be so difficult. Makes nationalized health care look dreamy. (I’m looking at you, Canada.) Here’s hoping the next administration can figure out a solution – or at least the beginning of a solution – to our screwed up system.



The People Who Make Post-It Notes Will Soon Love Me

I’d guess that I’m looking forward to 2009 more than the average person. With all of the bad we’ve had this year, I’m planning to consider that big ball in Times Square on Dec. 31 my executioner’s axe, cutting off all of the frustration, the anger, the worry and the heartbreak of 2008 and leaving it behind as we embrace the new year.

Which means I’d better start working on a plan for 2009.

I’m a lousy planner, I’ll admit. Something inside of me wants desperately to be organized – always aware of everything coming up and never found scraping things together at the last minute. But no matter how much I want to be that way, I eventually go back to being the girl who flies by the seat of her (worn thrice because she forgot to do laundry) pants.

One benefit of nursing school is that it forces me to organize. We are taught to prioritize and organize our day so the insurmountable mountain of tasks is whittled down to an acceptable level without the need to stay late. Prioritizing is probably the one skill out of all of the organization skills that I’ve taken a liking to.

It’s far too easy for me to hop from one project to whatever crosses my mind next, never stopping to think about if that new task is really important enough to override other items on my to-do list. That task is soon followed by another mental burst to go do something else, often leaving task #2 unfinished. (ADD much? My doctor even agrees with me now.)

2009 will be my year of the priority list. I’ve made every attempt to not turn into my mom and aunts with their neurotic ability to make list after list for everything from groceries to gift lists to who to call. But I have to admit – lists are helpful. Less helpful, though, is a jumbled to-do list that ranks throw away the Christmas lights that don’t work higher than buy cat food so your poor pets don’t walk out on you and charge you with neglect only because I thought of it first while writing.

Hopefully keeping prioritized (maybe color coded? Hmmm…might need to consider that idea) lists will help me stay on track. And we all know I need it. Like most moms, I have a lot of different hats to wear, and each has its own set of responsibilities. I’m responsible for paying the bills, some housework, Cordy’s school notices and permission slips, my schoolwork and clinical time, doctor appts. for both kids, setting up therapy appts. for Cordy, any type of appointments for me, grocery shopping, three blogs, three cats, two kids and a partridge in a pear tree. OK, the last one isn’t true. But I do have to keep the birdfeeder filled with birdseed.

(Let’s not even begin to count things I’d like to do, such as paint some of the rooms in our house and hang shit on the walls so I won’t feel like I’m still living in my old college apartment.)

Who knows? Maybe tackling tasks in an organized manner will give me a little more time in my life? I could think of a lot of uses for a little more spare time.

I could probably make a list of all of those free time ideas, too.

This post is part of the last PBN blog blast of the year, sponsored by Big Tent. Here’s hoping we all have a more organized 2009.



Haiku Friday: Smile!

Haiku Friday
We need a Christmas
card picture, but getting both
kids to smile is hard.

This one is cute but
too bad the cat knocked the lamp
onto Mira’s head


Another try: one
isn’t smiling and one is
looking away…sigh


Let’s try again. One
still looking away, one with
mouth full of cookie


C’mon girls, smile!
Wait! Stop choking your sister
Cordy! No headlocks!

(Ya gotta click on this one to see Mira’s expression up close.)

The only time they
sit together is when they
are eating cookies

So every attempt
shows two mouths covered in fine
layers of brown crumbs

I give up. I’ll have
to rely on Picnik to
create a good pic.

I always thought it was difficult to get a good picture of Cordy for our holiday cards each year. Turns out, having two kids isn’t twice as hard – it’s about 649 times as hard. Like trying to wrangle dinosaurs through your great-grandmother’s miniature glass animal collection.

And for some reason, the only time I can get these two to sit next to each other is if there are cookies involved. If I should wipe their mouths off, the moment is gone and they won’t even stay in the same part of the room. Thank goodness for photo editing.

To play along for Haiku Friday, follow these steps:

1. Write your own haiku on your blog. You can do one or many, all following a theme or just random. What’s a haiku, you ask? Click here.

2. Sign the Mister Linky below with your name and the link to your haiku post (the specific post URL, not your main blog URL). DON’T sign unless you have a haiku this week. If you need help with this, please let me know.

3. Pick up a Haiku Friday button to display on the post or in your sidebar by clicking the button at the top.

REMEMBER: Do not post your link unless you have a haiku this week! I will delete any links without haiku!