sorry, but i just need to complain for a bit here

What a day. Have you ever had “one of those days?” Of course you have, if you’re human. As Husband put it this afternoon, “I should have just stayed in bed and waited for tomorrow.” Yup – I hear you.

We kind-of started off on the wrong foot, since we were up very late last night with the water drama, our pitifully small life savings flashing before our eyes. Then we had to be up early, so Husband could drive the in-laws to the airport at 6:30am. The girls slept in a bit – until 7:30 – but woke up grumpy. (“I want pancakes. No, Mama!! Don’t cut them up!! WAHHHH!!!! My life is over!!!”) And I was watching the girl I babysit a few times a week and her big brother all day. And it was raining. And the basement had just flooded. And I was tired. And it was raining. Did I mention that already? Sorry. 

Anyway, the day was fight, fight, fight, scream, yell, SCREAM, cry, cry, whine, whine, scream, fight, fight, fight, (continue forever). Babysitting ended in a epic battle that ended with G3 getting bitch slapped by the girl I was watching. And, amazingly enough, I wasn’t that upset by it. I had been with my daughter all day. She probably asked for it. They were put in time-out, talked to, blah blah blah. G3 has a small cut over her eye from it. But she held her own. Tough kid. But that was just how the whole day shaped up.

Then this afternoon…. the mail came. With our car insurance bill, our property tax bill and a rather spectacular credit card bill. We are no longer just spending money – we are hemorrhaging money. Code Red.

Husband had rough day as well, highlighted by running to Home Depot during his lunch hour to buy a ladder so he could clean out the gutters and hopefully stop the monsoon in our basement. When he got out to the car, he realized that – no matter how he put that engineering degree to work – he could not get that ladder inside his car. So he had to go return it. Then we met him there after work with the minivan. And he is super jet-lagged from Germany. He’s out on our roof right now. Poor baby.

On the good side, we have had no new water inside today. And Husband called me to say that 5 minutes behind him on the highway, there was a huge accident that shut the highway down and killed 3 people. So thanks be to God for sparing him from that!

Anyway, we are pooped. Exhausted. Enough complaining. I will go get my screaming and fighting children out of the bathtub and out them to bed, since G3 just dumped an entire bottle of bubbles on the floor. Then I am going to run away to Barbados. Or soak in the tub with a large glass of Merlot. Whatever is cheaper, due to the aforementioned hemorrhaging.