I found out from my car insurance company that the university took the insurance payment out from my check in May, but didn't bother to send it to the insurance company. I knew that they wouldn't have June's because of the paycheck screw up there, but I don't know what's happened and I'm just so unamused right now. Okay, I'm so pissed I could seriously kick some ass right about now.

My pay could not be any more fucked up than it has been. I've got to *spend* 38 hours of hard-earned comp time that I was going to use to work half-time in September to save us moolah on childcare. I’ve got to use said comp time because my pay was fucked up and I was overpaid. I will probably still plan to pick up Bear early, but I won't be able to do it if the big deluge of work that's building suddenly mudslides onto my desk, which means that the money I was going to save for that will be vroooooom --- gone.

The $155 in parking fees is getting taken back, along with my 38 hours of comp time, as well as my fucking $300+ in merit increases that they *forgot* to pay me starting back in December. In addition to this, my disability has to be resubmitted because disability should have been paying me based on a higher rate of pay, which is yet another $105 that should be coming in, but for which I’ve had to fight it out with someone to get.

Positively, the only thing good out of any of this is that I'm getting a hefty raise, but I won't see that until they change my contract to a different location, at a time, that no one seems to be able to specify because things were so fucked up in the first place. My sincere and deepest hope is that I'll get my raise by September, but I’m not holding my breath.

I am so angry, upset and totally frustrated that I am about ready to burst. I just feel like sobbing my eyes out because all I did to merit any of this shit, was have a baby, which is a) stressful enough by itself, b) a time when you need to have as much money as possible and c) no time to have to chase down stupid people's mistakes. Oh, and how's Genny? Well, she’s still barfing her guts out. We’ve had two beautiful pukes today so far and I don’t dare leave the house because she can skootch off a towel, so she sleeps flat on her back and could potentially choke on her own barf. I'm sorry but of all the ways to go, that's the grossest.

Today she was so exhausted that she puked in her sleep. She was sitting up in her childseat and rather than wake her, I let her sleep. I figured if she was so tired she was projectile vomiting in her sleep then, she needed the sleep more than the clean up. I sat next to her for 45 minutes, working on the computer and when she woke up, I bathed her , changed her clothes, found her third nasty diarrhea diaper in a row, hosed out her car seat and tossed her alternate car seat liner into the laundry and then, laid down and nursed her. I’m thinking about trying out her other car seat because it’s got two more covers.

I feel trapped because I can’t leave the house. I’ve got more laundry than Tammy Faye Bakker had mascara-smearing tears when she was on her ex-husband’s bogus ministry show. And there’s the faint smell of cheese (fermented milk) when you walk into our house – it smells like a cheese whiz fight at a frat party.

Last night, in an effort to take my mind off things, I baked zucchini bread and inadvertently, undercooked the hell out of it. I did make some very delish blueberry muffins and I think I’m going to do that again. At least those turned out and I’m mad because I was celebrating Beth’s birthday week with small daily presents and I couldn’t get into work to deliver blueberry muffins to her boyfriend for her weekend gift.