2014 just keeps throwing little things our way. It seems every way we turn there's a new little surprise - and almost no really good ones. Most of them are little things like opening a new (and last) gallon of milk and finding it's already bad, or finding an unopened gallon of water somehow started leaking while we were out. Said water left a huge puddle from one room the next, ruining a luckily-not-important piece of furniture and running out from under the fridge so we have a few minutes of panic trying to figure out what's wrong. Weird little things, and not a big deal really, but when your stress level is already up to your ears those little things feel like they could be the tipping point into a total break down. My emotions are always *right* at the surface because of some bigger issues and yet it's the little things that send me over the edge.
Somehow we've manged to make it through 9 years of parenthood with no broken bones, but C broke his elbow a little over a week ago. On a Friday evening, OF COURSE, so we now have an ER bill
and an orthopedist bill. Unfortunately, it caused a fight with us because I wanted to take him to the ER then and D thought it was fine and wanted to wait but he was going to be gone the next day and I might have gotten a *little* mad about the thought of taking all 4 kids to the ER when we could just go NOW and also C was in a lot of pain and just, UGH.
Anyway, I won in one sense because we took him Friday and I was right in that it was broken but I also lost because, well, it's broken and that kind of sucks. But, it's not a really bad break and he gets the cast off in 3 (now 2) weeks.
Miss L had a minor surgery today, to remove one of her ear tubes which
has been in for almost 3 years. Couldn't the darn thing have just fallen
out like it was supposed to and saved us $1700? (and also the worry that comes with putting a child under for anything, no matter how minor?!) C also still has one,
also for 3 years, so there will probably be another surgery in his
future as well. At least we'll probably have met our deductible by then.
The day after C broke his arm, D was gone for rugby and we finally had another showing! Our second. Not our second of that day, week or even MONTH, but our second. Period. (since January)
I had just gotten finished mowing our gigantic yard with our little push mower (good exercise at least) and had half cleaned up the house, turned on the shower and noticed that there was a car sitting outside. I was thinking maybe I should wait a minute to jump in the shower when the phone rang. There was NO WAY I was going to turn down a showing, so I ran around like a crazy person and the kids - mercifully - quickly cleaned up the play room and their bedrooms. I had to go out looking like I had just mowed the grass for two hours, but at least they liked the house. Not enough to buy it, most likely, though. *sigh*
The house being on the market is really not going well. The house looks great, mostly always clean, beautiful flowers planted in the yard, grass under control, decluttered... but I can't enjoy it because I'm trying to keep it from being messed up
just so no one can come and see it.
If we don't sell it this year I'm not sure how I can do this again. And yet, what option do I have? None, that's what.
On the very, very bright side, D is done with rugby for this season and hopefully forever and ever. He hurt his shoulder at that game I mentioned above and while I am most definitely NOT happy about that (nor his refusal to see a doctor) I am hoping that it might push him to finally hang it up. I want him to have a hobby, but does it have to be a hobby that takes him away from home 2 nights a week and Saturdays too? Between his hobby and the kids' stuff, guess who comes in last? You don't have to guess because if you're reading this you're probably a mom too and you KNOW who comes last. I feel guilty for even wanting him to quit, which is probably why he's kept playing this long.
In conclusion, sorry I rarely post anymore and that this is just basically a laundry list of complaints. Perhaps my next post will be a lot happier, but I'm not going to make any promises.