In the latest installment of drama, I have post-infection lung inflammation & our hot water heater has stopped working.
Are you freakin' kidding me?
I want a do-over of the whole summer. It feels like since Mother's Day it's been weeks of being sick (I've counted them -- I was sick for 8 of them, out of 10) combined with random disruptive nonsense.
And don't get me started about the funny clank/screech/grind noise the car seems to make when braking while turning. The car was brand new in March of 2010 ... it's only 2 1/2 years old! I am afraid to event take it in.
And in the style of J.K. Rowling, The News That Cannot Be Spoken Aloud should have my sweetie scrambling to look through job postings, but instead he is playing Skyrim. I am using just about every stress management skill in the book & they're wearing a bit thin. *sigh*
The good news, though, is that my dad is fantastic & he's covering the costs for a delightful family reunion, so I have that to look forward to. I have little doubt I'll return from the experience rejuvenated and rested. And Alexandra is a delight each and every day. Even today, which began wonderfully & rapidly spiraled out of control. She tolerated a 2+ hour delay in both lunch and naptime. I count myself impressed. She understands the concept of "wait," and knows that we do all we can to meet her needs. I love her.