
Ok, just have to blow off some steam here. I swear I have had the worst 6 months in a row and am SO READY to just run away, even though it wouldn't help. Let's see:
December 2003-Bronchial Pneumonia then herniated 2 disks lifting a freaking gas can. Yes here in Houston you CAN mow during the winter.
January 2004-Daughter calls to announce she's getting a divorce after less than 2 years of marriage. DO NOT REMIND ME HOW MUCH THAT STUPID WEDDING COST. I COULD HAVE BOUGHT A NEW TRUCK.
March 2004-Husband gets DWI, loses his job. Beginning of numerous court house trips. Get bronchial pneumonia AGAIN. Doctor strongly suggests I quit smoking and get allergy testing pronto. YEAH, IN MY SPARE TIME.
April 2004-More courthouse trips. Have to drop two classes due to stupid courthouse trips since hubby has no license. Daughter's high school sweetheart commits suicide on her birthday. LOVELY.
May 2004- Husband gets off with suspended license, and small fine. Great, except now he has to work as an independent contractor, which is more paperwork than I EVEN CARE TO THINK ABOUT. Daughter announces she is moving back home to finish school full time. Mother calls to tell me my aunt is on life support and not expected to make it through the month. And yep, you guess it. IT'S BACK. Started coughing again today, same stupid symptoms and the allergy testing request is still sticking to my refrigerator. We're supposed to go up to see daughter in two weeks, the day I finish finals, get back the day before hubby's license hearing.
And during all this I'm supposed to help my mom pick out a cell phone (how hard IS IT FOR PETE'S SAKE?), pick my classes for summer, get my stupid testing done, finish remodeling the bathroom, try and keep my rheumatoid arthritis under control and not have a nervous breakdown.
NO, I don't need any prayers, I NEED A ONE WAY TICKET TO HAWAII FOR ABOUT 2 MONTHS where I'm not expected to be an adult or be responsible or do anything other than just GET A FREAKING GRIP.
Ok, I'm done now. See, even MARVA needs some prozac now and then.
