Sunday, I found out my oldest uncle died from a heart attack. It was quick and painless for him, not so for the rest of the family.
Monday, I had a lonGGGG drive home from Florida (11 hours), 2 hours longer than it needed to be, complete with upset stomach, headache and sick child. And when I got home, Mr.Tot was rather dazed from getting zapped with 220 volts from the dryer plug. Evidently it did not want to return to work after its vacation while Mr.Tot laid slate in the laundry room.
Tuesday, Blondie gave Mr.Tot fits and starts as proper teen-angst-er is want to do.
Wednesday morning, Barkylsnorpe destroyed Mr.Tot’s favorite and oldest bracelet. Then we had confirmed that Tot has a medical condition which accounts for all of her potty issues. So all our attempts to persuade her to use the potty seem, in retrospect, like abuse. In the afternoon, my brain blinked, and I dropped Mr.Tot’s ipad, shattering the screen. These events put us in such a funk that we fully expected the sky to fall.
Thursday came and the sky didn’t fall. We were lulled into thinking things were fine. We would deal.
Friday hit with a vengeance. We were both still in a funk, me with a migraine and, evidently brain damage since I couldn’t seem to function, and Mr.Tot with a mood attack, continuous since Wednesday. While picking PianoMan up, Mr.Tot was rear ended, by a teen-angster in a SUV with a brush bar. New drivers should not be allowed to drive battering rams. No obvious injuries other than a massive headache and a very bad mood. The insurance company was not user-friendly. Mr.Tot nearly turned homicidal. I was now convinced someone had it out for us… or perhaps just Mr.Tot.
Saturday, insurance battles continued just to get a rental car. We lost those battles. Then a tornado hit. NO JOKE. Mr.Tot had gone out to buy a tool to change out the screen on the ipad, when our neighbor called and said a tornado had touched down just a few miles south of us. Mr.Tot, where are you???!!!! Hopefully not flying around… Perhaps whoever was out to get him got him?
He managed to make it home but had stories of not one, but TWO more near-misses with crazy drivers. He was nearly T-boned in our OTHER car, because some person exempt from traffic laws didn’t treat the blacked-out stop-light as a 4 way stop and went racing through.
As for the tornado, fortunately, it was a MALE tornado because it didn’t stop to ask for directions and therefore couldn’t find our house, though it came too close for comfort. WHEW!
The rest of the afternoon has just been a slow descent into the quicksand when the ipad still didn’t work even after it got a new screen, and everything Mr.Tot touched seemed to go kaput. Mr.Tot had a confidence crisis. About darn time, I’d say… Though we were still standing. All those attempts to off us, and we had survived.
We have decided that perhaps it would be safer to just hibernate until the stars realign. Why push our luck?
Mr.Tot got this from his dad after the initial zapping back on Monday…
Read the caption on the first photo, then look at the second photo.
Look at the picture above and you can see where this driver
broke through the guardrail, on the right side of the culvert,
where the people are standing on the road, pointing.
The pick-up was traveling about 75 mph from right to left
when it crashed through the guardrail.
It flipped end-over-end bounced off and across the culvert outlet,
and landed right side up on the left side of the culvert,
facing the opposite direction from which the driver was traveling.
The 22-year-old driver and his 18-year-old passenger
were unhurt except for minor cuts and bruises.
Now look at the second picture below…
If God isn’t done with you, God isn’t done with you….
Or maybe we should just be happy that things are not worse.
Then I read this story: about 2 parents of an 18 month old girl BOTH being diagnosed with cancer within days of each other, with not so great odds of living many years.
Then there’s our friend who just this week went through brain surgery.
OKAY!!! Our problems are piddly. But still…. Can we be done? please? we cry UNCLE!!!!
p.s. Mr.Tot managed to fix the ipad… maybe our luck is changing, or God’s decided we suffered enough … for now.