This week? Can suck it.
I’ll save you the gory details and provide a bullet list of you-have-to-be-kidding to bring you to the final scene, which was very nearly my breaking point.
And as a relevant, but seemingly random precursor – I love my husband and trust him completely.
Also relevant – my best friend, half way through this list, tried to comfort me with, “It can’t get any worse, right?”
Never, ever tempt fate, people. They are some seriously petty, vindictive deities. Like Mean Girls, with magic.
So here we go:
- Trip to San Diego costing me 3 days pay
- bank account compromised while I was gone
- car payment bounced as a result
- internet/phone/tv bundle bounced triggering a disconnection of TV since I skipped the December payment (christmas decisions, you know? Dumbass)
- Fell…hard…maybe should see a doc?
- Phone portion of bundle shut off while on a client call
- Begged mother-in-law for money to pay bill/buy groceries. I love her.
- Internet disconnected WHILE I was on a skype call with them to pay bill
- Can’t sleep, hurts too much, going to cave and go to the ER
- Send hubs to buy groceries, CAR BROKE DOWN.
- Stranger takes me to ER and is gracious enough to wait 4 HOURS
- Learned via CT scan that I FRACTURED MY HIP in the past and was unaware of it. Seriously, how is that even POSSIBLE???
- Mom had a moment of crystal clarity and realized she had no memories of a 2 year span, so I had to take her back through her fall, her rare disease diagnosis, Dad’s Cancer diagnosis, her electro-shock therapy, his death and her placement in a nursing home. Twice. Good times.
- Beg best friend to drive 30 miles EACH WAY to bring me to get groceries (rural living sucks, have I mentioned this?)
- Said friend also got my car towed to the garage w/ AAA. I love her
- Mechanic’s mother has died, no idea when the shop will re-open (And I’m sad too, she was a lovely woman I always made time to chat with.)
- Discovered upon reading the CTScan report and looking at the images that SOMEONE TIED MY LEFT FALLOPIAN TUBE WITHOUT MY KNOWLEDGE OR CONSENT!!!!!!!!
- Remember that Quinn’s birthday and snack week will occur before I get paid again.
- Same stranger (now he’s my buddy!) takes me to town for a followup doc appointment where I learn the statute of limitation for malpractice is only 3 years, so odds are I will have no recourse with the tubal ligation thing, even if I can figure out who did it.
Believe it or not, here is where the story begins. My breaking point. Dan has been relying on his co-workers to get back and forth to work. When I got home yesterday, I saw Amy’s truck in the drive and assumed she let him borrow it to get to work for his early shift in the morning.
Quinn and I went inside to a quiet house.
“Quinn, can you go upstairs and wake Daddy up so I can let the dog out?”
Off he went, while I wrangled the giant dog. When I came back in, Quinn was standing in the kitchen, a strange expression on his face, and clearly on the verge of tears.
“What’s the matter bud? Did you wake Daddy?”
“I don’t want to.”
“Amy’s in bed too.”
I went up the stairs to the bedroom and pushed open the door to see the clear outlines of two people under the covers, my husband’s arm draped low along the second body.
My physical self recoiled, the nerves along my back firing as though my skin had been peeled off, my stomach lurching up to push against my rib cage, expanding it, I think, to make room for my heart as it accelerated.
For a moment, all I could do was look.
Finally, I reached out and shook my husband’s foot. Gently. If nothing else, this had to be quiet, because Quinn was at the foot of the stairs, listening.
He didn’t budge.
I shook him again, harder, feeling my leashed temper leak out in a feverish sweat along my arms.
Nothing. Another shake and I couldn’t hold it in any more. I wanted this over with. I checked to make sure Quinn was not standing in the doorway, then yanked the covers back for the reveal.
Stuffed animals. Lots of them. My husband’s bare knee resting on a stuffed dog.
The sudden cold woke him.
“It’s dinner time. Come downstairs and eat with us.”
I called Quinn up and showed him his toys, making sure he could see there was no one there except Daddy. My own relief was mirrored in his eyes, and I left him with his father, while I went downstairs to cook dinner and be grateful for the state of my life.
Because, no matter what, it can always get worse.