Bad Things Happen

Do they happen in threes? Do they happen to good people? All I really know is, I had a whoppin' case of the Mondays, so much so that it boiled over into Tuesday a little. When it comes down to it, only one thing (one ginormous, pain in the ass of a thing) happened yesterday. But it was enough for me (and the fragile state of my raging hormones) to induce a breakdown of hysterical proportions. I started the week irritated with Matthew, so that was of no help to the ensuing craziness. (Patty, I know you missed it, but I didn't blog yesterday because we don't blog angry.)

The Thing From Yesterday:
Our dog, Maximus, is ill. He has a...glandular problem. Sparing you the details (thank me now, thank me later, your choice), suffice it to say it's a nasty, smelly, expensive problem. It cost me almost $165 to start the process of getting it taken care of. If it's not resolved by Friday, I have to dole out another $350 to put him through surgery to correct it. And even then, it may not be completely over. I love my dog. He's been here since the beginning of our marriage, and he was my baby before I had a baby. I realize he is probably not enjoying this nonsense too much either. However, I have quite enough stuff going on that I don't really need any more issues. Both the cars need some work (one more than the other, and that number is waaayyy variable--to my constant bother), Matthew needs his annual "check-up" (details spared once again), plus I'm about to spit out another $1500 hospital bill in a short while.

I realize we live a pretty good life. It kinda sorta rocks to be us. It's not much, but it's better than it ever has been and this is not where we'll be ending up. So, we that going for us...which is nice (you have to say that in your head like Bill Murray's character in Caddyshack--that's how we do). But, the tiny little alien inside of me that controls my emotions told me to have a heart attack yesterday when I realized just how much we have going on! I was trucking along, content in my projects; doing my thang, as it were. And, LIFE, that cheeky bastard, decided a curve ball was in order.

On top of all that, I thought I was going to have to leave Aurelia with an actual babysitter for the first time...not a friend, not a relative--a high school student that I have never met (Matt would have met her). I don't have to, thankfully. Apparently, I wasn't quite as ready for that as I thought I was. That one is going to have to happen like pulling off a band-aid, I think. Anyway, aside from reorganizing/redecorating the downstairs bathroom, I decided to call an audible and exchange my normal 24/7 freak-out for a sit-and-breathe on the couch (for the rest of the week).