That was my Note from the Universe Friday morning, and oh how true it is. And last week was particularly challenging.
Warning: whining ahead. If you don’t want to hear it, press on.
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I have fluid in my ear – have for the last week. Yanno how it sounds when you put your head underwater and then thump the tub wall? Try walking around like that all day long. For a week. What’s obnoxious is that I’ll be walking right along minding my own business and get whalloped with vertigo (fluid pressure buildup in the inner ear). Taking ibuprofen seems to help, I have no idea why.
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There was a Teen Girl Rumble earlier in the week. They’ve been mouthing at each other for (I couldn’t really tell you how long) and it finally spilled over. The police were called, The Teen decided to not press charges and hope it all blows over….and the next morning her tires were slashed. She’s OK physically (bruises and scratches do heal) but is definitely freaked out.
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A plumbing connection corroded and was spraying water all over the wall. In the laundry room. I found it the hard way: the “next load on deck” was soaked. I got to rip the plumbing access panel from the wall, find the leak, and then wait for the plumber to show up. We waited for three days. I know it’s not an inordinately long time to wait for a plumber, and I’m thrilled that we didn’t lose water while we waited (although the plumber would’ve bumped us up the line had that happened, I’m sure) but…
BUT…
Three days without my washer means the dirty clothes piled up. And piled up.
And PILED up.
I was sorely tempted to turn the back of the truck into a gigantic washer while it rained Tuesday and Wednesday. I wanted to toss it all in the van and drop it off at the laundrymat. I wanted to call a few of Teh Teen’s friends and offer them money to wash and fold.
Fortunately, I got over all of that and got it done.
8 loads of laundry.
1 Saturday.
I even got most of it folded and put away!
(Don’t tell anyone. I might lose my lazy fatass designation.)
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I’m looking at taking on a second job. I’m not hurting, but I’m not COMFORTABLE financially. I have health insurance but I don’t have the copay without juggling bills. I want to take the boys out to dinner without worrying that I’ll have no gas money at the end of the week. I want to be able to go to the Dr. when I need to, not “after payday”.
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I finally had the first of what I’m sure will be many conferences, getting the boys tested and appropriately placed on the autism spectrum. I do not love this process, nor do I enjoy sitting there enumerating all the ways my boys are “different”.
I miss homeschooling.