This weekend was one of those times that it seemed like EVERYTHING went wrong. I use the past tense in the desperate hope that our bad luck is nearing an end. I am trying to see the good in things but this is getting ridiculous.
On Saturday morning, Bruce had a flash drive in his mouth (don't ask me why...maybe he was trying to download all of his thoughts for my future reference), and he sneezed and aspirated the little cap on the end. For a few scary moments there I thought I would be giving the Heimlich, but he managed to choke it out.
The Dog Brush Incident: Reference earlier entry.
Bruce paid for the UFC fights and then it didn't record to the DVR. Unfortunately we were at the instacare, so Bruce was unable to intervene until it was half over.
On Monday, I asked Kate to flush the toilet, and she said, "This water isn't going down; this water is coming UP!" I took the lid off of the tank to stop the water from running while I plunged the toilet, and when I slid the lid back onto the tank, it fell into the tank and broke the bottom of the tank. I had ceramic shards and toilet water everywhere, and all I could think was "I have ten puncture wounds in my foot. You are going to have to do this one footed." I screamed bloody murder for Bruce for the second time in 48 hours.
Unfortunately, the toilet incident caused a leak in the downstairs bedroom. Bruce had just barely patched the ceiling from the last leak.
Indiana Jones is kind of a stupid movie.
This sounds so negative!! I find myself wondering if I am being punished for something. Fortunately I have laughed with my sis-in-law Cheryl. We have had a little pity party contest. Her entries today: She got called to be den mother, and a random stranger threatened to call the police on her. I thought perhaps she was the clear winner, but then Kiki dumped out about a gallon of maple syrup, so I had to call her back to say, "I AM THE WINNER!! Or do I mean loser????"
In all seriousness, I know times like these are supposed to happen in life. I know that I need to be learning things, and growing stronger, and becoming a better person. How do I overcome these feelings of frustration then? I was feeling so stressed out already just by life in general, so additional stressors just feel like a really cruel joke.
Tomorrow has to be a better day...
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Thankfully, I am out of the running today, but I have had days like that...minus the puncture wounds and flash drive cap aspirations. Stupid Murphy's Law! It can only get better..hang in there!
Hey at least your thyroid is working at its full capacity... For now!
No in all seriousness I love ya... Tomorrow will be a better day. Have a great weekend. I will miss you and I will eat tacos without you.
Sorry to hear your week is not going so well! Tomorrow will be better! Hope your foot gets better!
The maple syrup does indeed leave you the clear winner/loser. I'm so sorry about your crummy week. I am impressed with the part at the beginning of your post that said you are trying to see the good in everything. You have my utmost respect for that alone. I would not be trying to see the bright side! I would be crying. A lot.
I cannot wait to see you Sunday. Sounds like a busy and travel-filled weekend for you. Do you have a place to stay in Logan?? Let me know.
What the?? You're coming to Logan--if it was supposed to be on the down-low, Brooke just ruined everything. Call me if you dare.
These are the times when the Lord asks us to use our sense of Humor...laugh it off, it's really the only thing to do after a day like that. Cause if you cry it only continues on to the next day.
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