Been a rough week. After our day at Seattle Childrens Abby came down with a 103.5 degree fever. There was blood in her poo. Another trip to another doctor and it turns out that she’s just got massive constipation (yet another fun side affect of having designer genes) and a nasty cold. Still. I had already felt like my soul had been rung out. Like I was at the end of my rope. Then I go into our downstairs bathroom and look up.
Meaning that the $500 and hours and hours of work that we put into renovating the upstairs bathroom LAST YEAR is all for not. Casey bathes EVERY day. It’s his thing. He also splashes. A LOT. No amount of cleaning it up right after will get everything. Couple that with the fact that NOTHING dries here because of the humidity and you’ve got some rotted floor. So we redid the floor down to the freaking STUDS. Used mold resistant EVERYTHING. Sealed the flooring off COMPLETELY. Or so we thought.
I’m done. I can’t take it any more. I don’t know why I feel like when things get hard in one area, everything ELSE should be easy. But at the end of the day I’m still fat, my floor is still rotting out, I still have to do laundry, I still lost the freaking $100 check that my grandfather sent us for Christmas, etc. If someone dares tells me it could be worse (because, come on, it always could be worse) I’m going to burn their house down.
How’s that for a happy Sunday spiritual post?
13 thoughts on “I. Am. Done.”
I think you are fully justified being Done. I'm sorry things are so rough right now.
That. sucks. I'm going to ask my dad if he has any ideas for making Casey's bathroom waterproof. Love you.
So, so sorry. That is the worst! Missed your face today. A lot. I even saved you an extra squishy chair. You're welcome.
I want my house to burn down too. No, I want to move. But my husband doesn't. So burning down the house is option 2.
No "it could be worse" here because I too hate that. Of course it could be, but that doesn't mean things like this can't suck bad. Take some time to be ticked, then get back to it. One. At. A. Time.
I think it's awesome for a spiritual post! Sometimes you have to acknowledge the totally sucky to get to the sweet. And this really sucks. I hope you get back to the sweet SOON!!I have a ladder, gloves, a hammer and lots of snacks. When can I come over and tear out your ceiling? We can have the Elder's quorum do the patch up. They have skillz.
Ummm…It's always darkest before the dawn? That's the best I've got. I love you, though.
Missed you today. Wish this week wasn't so tough on you. How about you and I blow our diets this week and go binge on something yummy tomorrow…or TUesday…because you'll be gone tomorrow! =)
Qdoba. Everyone's invited.
You need some nachos and a Slurpee.And sometimes I think it all crashes down at once, because eventually you get to the point where you HAVE to laugh or you'll go absolutely insane. I feel your pain sista.
Quit looking. I'll get Granddad to send you another check. You're not the first to lose his check.
I'm so sorry. You have rightfully earned the title TOUGH MAMA for all the things you've had to go through this week.I love you and think the world of you.Hugs.
you're awesome, you make me humbled and ashamed that I *ever* complain about anything, because I don't really have anything to complain about, and I wish I could be there to watch your kids, fix your house, or eat stuff with you.