Do you ever have one of those weeks where you think you're the hydrant instead of the dog? This past week was exactly that for me. I just felt like everything that I had to deal just plain sucked a big dog biscuit. It wasn't horribly traumatic, but just one darn thing going sideways right after the another!
My week was insanely busy at work- I say that in a good way- but sometimes it just makes my head spin! As a project manager, I am constantly switching gears and in the middle of many things at one time. It's fun, exciting and above all is mentally taxing. At the end of the day after a long commute, I very much appreciate some needed downtime to debrief when I get home; and not being able to sometimes causes additional stress. Take for example when I get home from a long day and have to deal with something like, oh, our central heat going out during a very rainy and cold week!! I don't do cold well.
Sometime in the middle of the night on Tuesday, the motor of our HVAC unit in our six-year old home went out. Unfortunately, it took a full day to realize that there was a bigger issue than a dirty filter or new batteries in the thermostats. And seeing the dollar signs adding up to fix whatever is wrong definitely is making life a bit colder, no pun intended.
On top of the heater freezing (ha ha), mini-us came down with a bug and has been sick for over a week. Wednesday and Thursday were the worst of the days. Keeping her warm in a cold house led to lots of improvising with blankets, space heaters and steamy showers. We managed to get the master bedroom to a balmy 67 degrees, while the rest of the house is forming icicles......
Come Thursday, another long day, I finally talked myself into going to the gym (actually it was my BFF who wanted some company) for the first time in eons and not even 15 minutes into my workout I get a panicked call from hubby telling me I have to come home now. Click. Uh, okay. Thank goodness I remembered to shut off the treadmill prior to dismounting..... I hurry home to K crying and Jason freaking out. Apparently he was taking her temperature and she moved and resulted in a big ol' boo boo with her screaming and bleeding out of her ear. And a trip to the E.R.
She was okay, but blood coming out of an ear is never good. And poor Jason was beside himself with guilt. With some ear drops and a little TLC, she'll be as good as new in about a week. Adding injury to the little cold, and the literal cold- we're certainly batting 1000!
I was certainly looking forward to a three-day weekend and capped off my Friday evening with a hot bath, a glass of wine and sugar cookies for dinner.
I wake up on Saturday with a disposition much chillier than broken-heater-room-temperature and decide to build a fire. Apparently there was something blocking the flue and our house quickly fills with smoke, the fire alarms go off and alas, another freakin' problem to deal with. I prop open the doors, open the windows, turn on all of the fans and it completely defeats the purpose of a warm house.... crap! I snapped- called my dad crying wanting him to fix it, like now.
The rest of my morning is spent trying to remove the smoky smell from the house, a trip to the gym and a mani. Oh, and discovering that there was some chicken in the fridge that dripped everywhere and contaminated everything below. Issue five. Fun. And I do even remember at some point cooking dinner during the week, I burned it- difficult to do in my trusty Pampered Chef pans.... but that's the life of a hydrant.
My saving grace came in the form of dad showing up with a cord of wood and two really stiff drinks at dinner while celebrating my lil' sis' 21st birthday.
This morning I've bid Mr. Murphy adios and I'm enjoying a toasty fire, fresh blueberry pancakes, nothing on the agenda and my little girl acting almost her usual sweet self again. I'm still shaking my head over the events of the week. And appreciating that while shit does happen, it could be worse, and am thankful for the things that we do have- a home (although a bit faulty), family and health (even if at the current moment it does have a runny nose). I try to see the glass as half-full, but there's just those times where the problems pile up, that Susie Sunshine isn't quite so. It could be worse... of course, but personal issues feel very large when you are in the middle of them no matter the magnitude. It also takes the support of the right people to help with your little problems- a good friend who's ex-husband owns an HVAC company; a dad who is a Don-of-All-Trades; friends who listen to your problems and leave a bottle of wine at your door; and interest in your new-to-you Keurig and lots of caffeine to get you over the hump.
We now return to our regularly scheduled blogging after this wine, er, whine.....