Stupid Santander Consumer Company Bank People

Back in December we paid off our van. Remember that? It was a most glorious day.
Well, 2 days later the bank withdrew our almost $500 van payment out of our account.
And I have been trying to get that money back ever since.
This past Friday I was informed that for the past 2 months the customer service representatives have been lying to me when they said that my check was "in the mail".  LYING!  My check is NOT in the mail and hasn't even been issued yet. And to top it off, the rep told me to wait longer for it to get here and wouldn't answer anymore of my questions.
I demanded to speak to a supervisor.
The supervisor kindly told me that she would call accounting and see what's up and that I should call back in 72 hours.
So today (96 hours later) I called back.
After being told to wait 30-45 days for the check to get here (it's been past 60) I asked to speak to the supervisor again. Oh, wait, she's conveniently out of town.  Oh the OTHER supervisor? yeah, she's on a call but my information will be given to her and she'll check into it.  Please call back on Thursday.
Sure she will and no, I'll call back tomorrow.
I'm just wondering. This company is really far away from where I am. I would LOVE to walk into that place and demand my money right away with some AK47 blazin' on my shoulder.  I am THAT mad.  But I can't do that. All I can do is keep calling and demanding my money. And they keep telling me to call back. Call back. Call back.  What else can I do to get my money from these people?!?!?!
And sorry to say my frustrations are being taken out here within the walls of my temporary home.
Sigh. I want to cry.

Things are going surprisingly well here.  Despite the unfathomable amount of illness going around our town, I have managed to keep my children all healthy (aside from Princess Monkey Eyes who got "it" 2 weeks ago and was out of comission for 4 days). But we're all healthy now.  No one else got "it". It being an incredibly high fever and nasty cough. Night one she woke up asking for some help from Above - so I called around and got some men to come over and administer to her.  The next few days she was confined to my bed hopped up on delsym and ibuprofin.  It helped.  Since she was confined to my room, everything got sanitized.  And I mean EVERYTHING. Not just the light switches and door knobs, but the remotes, computers, computer mouse, tv buttons, drawer pulls, chair backs.... You get the picture.  And my major germ-killing spree helped keep the rest of us healthy. Sigh. I'm so glad for that.
Mr. Fantastic is improving in school. No homeschooling yet.
This is my month to teach Joy School with Thor. I'm finding it incredibly difficult. It really just isn't my forte. I find it hard to sit and entertain preschoolers with half a dozen activities for 2 1/2 hours.  Granted my lessons are planned out for me - but they're pretty complicated, too.  Experimenting with food coloring, making jello using colored ice cubes, playing with magnets.  Let's just say I'm really excited for Thursday and our Valentine party. Decorate cookies, play with play dough, pass out valentines, go for a heart hunt.  All easy.
Anyway, moving on. Grand Duchess is short on her immunizations.  Really short.  Our last place of residence wouldn't give shots at the well-check visit and so I always forgot to set up an appointment for her to get shots.  So I took her to her well-check visit yesterday and they started catching her up. 3 shots. And she hurts, poor girl.  But I am a firm believer that the shots help prevent illnesses.  (This is not up for debate.  This is my opinion. So please don't go there.)  I always wonder - had Mr. Fantastic had all of is Prevnar shots (the ones for meningitis) would he have gotten ill?  So there you go.  She's totally bi-polar today.  Cranky and whiney when NOT on pain meds and her happy go lucky self she she is. (Pain meds being ibuprofin and tylenol. :D)
Not much else going on here.  Popeye comes home Friday.  I am SO excited.  We have a sitter lined up and we are going OUT. Away from here. For more than 3 hours.  I can't wait!!!
I've been swimming at the pool 3 times a week.  Today I worked my way up to swimming 750 meters(?)/yards(?) and kicking 1050.  It's a mile or maybe just shy of a mile now that I think about it.  Regardless - it was really far. And I did it!  The next time I go swimming will be Friday.
Tomorrow is lunch at Arctic Circle and Thursday I'm having a chocolate fondue party with some girlies. Shoot - Friday I'm helping in Optimus Prime's classroom.  I just remembered.  ARGH!  With all these illnesses going around I don't know if I can find anyone to help me with the kids.  Will have to look into that.
Well, that's it for now.  No deep thoughts, just randomness.
Have a great week everyone!

I love my husband

After writing a (possibly erratic) email to him the other night, he sent me one back.  In it he told me that he'll leave the whole baby decision up to me.
Some would think this is bad.  That it just would be too hard to decide.
Well, props must go out to two ladies in particular.  Not only do I love them, but they have both dealt with PPD/regular depression and can help with clarity.
I won't give names, but thank you to the one who chatted with me on Windows Live in the morning before school and the other who sent screaming emails to me from afar!
I've decided (along with Popeye's blessing) to NOT have anymore children.
In fact, Popeye is SO on board with this that he has texted me to set up a consultation for the Monday that he's home this month for a little snipping and to set up the surgery for the days before my trip to Seattle.

The relief I feel right now can only be compared to the day I paid off all of my debt.

Sigh.

Thanks for the kind words everyone!  You all are great!
(On a side note, Grand Duchess is 2 today!  Look for upcoming pictures!!!  And did you see the button at the top of the page for crocheted hats?  Go there. Now. Order some hats.  It's cold outside.)

Oh dear.

Here's a hypothetical sitch for you all to comment about.
What do you do when you have nearly half a dozen kids already, suffer from meltdowns almost daily, and gave away all the baby clothes (for both sexes, and maternity clothes) and then get that little "feeling" that there's one more baby waiting for your family?
How do you handle it?
How do you decipher if it's Heavenly Father's prodding or just stupid nuances from a horny husband? 
And if it IS from Heavenly Father, how do you tell him, "Ummm, I'm sorry God.  I can't do that.  I've lost lots of weight and I'm just now getting into skinny clothes.  Not to mention that my sanity levels are relatively stable these days and throwing another baby into the mix simply won't help that situation any."?  Not to mention the costs involved in rearing another of His blessed Spirit Children.
Having to start all over with baby clothes AND gear.  Uh uh.  I want living room furniture, not cribs and diapers.
And then there's my ultimate fear of being "tired" when said baby reaches adolescence.  I don't want to be too tired to fight the battle that will be waging between the offspring and Satan during those years.

But don't worry.  That's all hypothetical and not about me at all. (HELP!)