Anything that can go wrong, will go wrong, right?
Obviously. As if I'm not already stressed out from moving with two little kids, a dog, and a husband who hates to pack and clean as much as I do - in under a month -- just this week our DVD player broke, our TV on/off button broke and (the icing on the cake) the screen to my laptop went out.
That would be bad luck in threes, right? But also, my apartment complex wont let us pay to break our lease, my grandmother has been seriously ill in the hospital (she is finally home and recovering nicely), and we lost a library book. And Gracie has been throwing about four full out, kicking and screaming tantrums a day (combination of the stress of moving, being a three year old, and the nasty intestinal parasite she has been dealing with for the last few weeks... seriously, what gives?).
Plus, I have gained about three lbs from stress eating in only four days...
So, without further griping, let me just say that I may be gone for a few days.
No, I wont be at an all-inclusive resort lounging under an umbrella with a tropical cocktail in hand while the cool waves of the Caribbean Sea lap at my pedicured toes.
No, I wont be at a health spa, wrapped in a luxurious cream-colored robe, after being covered in a detoxifying herbal wrap while waiting for my Indo-Asian Hot Oil Massage.
And no, I wont be sitting outside a cafe with a pastry and a cappuccino, along the canals of Venice while sexy Italians sing as their gondolas float past...
I will, most certainly, be screaming my head off, tearing my hair out, and wondering if I will ever get my sanity back.
Not looking good at the moment.