September arrived early this year. Before I have people calling me or emailing me or private messaging me, I’m going to beat the rush and post just a wee list of special events that have happened here in the last 10 days. Are you ready…
1) We’ve had 4 family birthdays.
2) I’ve driven TW to the airport and back.
3) The half child and his friend have replaced the serpentine belt on the car twice. The first time, wrong belt.
4) I’ve had 3 dead batteries. OK just one battery was dead but it happened 3 times.
5) 1 new battery was purchased.
6) In a 5 day period, I was in the car ALONE for 15 hours.
7) In that same 5 day period, I was in the car with other people for 10 hours.
8) Jenn was sad because her luggage was lost and I being the non-compassionate mother that I am – laughed. Which made her mad. And it was her birthday.
9) Our wireless router died.
10) I’ve had 9 phone meetings.
11) I have spoken to the dirtbag on the phone, for no good reason that I can come up with except that – he’s clueless.
12) Jenn, probably has kidney stones and is a little scared and a little over-dramatic because she’s an August woman AND because I had horrid kidney stones and she remembers how sick I was and how horrid I looked in the hospital dealing with them.
13) TW is heading into surgery in just a few hours.
14) I will be sitting in a waiting room with people and no internet connection.
15) My ankle, it’s still screwed up.
So, there you go. September arrived early. I’m just peachy. So don’t ask. Don’t call. Don’t send mail. Don’t private message me. I know you mean well but just don’t. It doesn’t help. And I’m not a nice person who can pretend that it does. I’ve got 3 weeks and then this too shall pass. So there. Happy September, one and all.
OK, then, I won’t.
Wouldn’t dream of it. Well…I may send mail but if I do it’ll just be a book. No note. Promise.
September sucks.
Gotcha. Anything done will need no response.
Hmm — not much I can say except bummer. How about you take two cupcakes, and not call anyone in the morning?
Take care. Sounds like you need space for yourself to just be and breathe. Pink
Two cupcakes, hahaha, that’s good. I like that. I don’t actually eat cupcakes but it was funny as anything. Particularly since I have no cupcake post ready for tomorrow and you just reminded me of that!
dammit…and I had your number in my bag today…
Well crap! You mean I have to give up all the smarmy, comforting, cloyingly sweet comforting words I had planned?
Okay.
Hey skeet, Just those cotton undies, that’ll make Denise’s day!
giggle. Even better – send her a pink flamingo wearing a pair of white cotton undies. 😉