Wednesday, November 18, 2009

Rain, Rain On My Face

All other blog ideas went out the window last night when LittleMan decided to fall on the floor like a drunken lumberjack. Instant blood. Shrill screams. Likely broken nose. We therefore spent the evening at the ER trying to avoid standing next to the hacking and groaning members of the H1N1 U.N. Having a cute child with masses of bloody wads of tissue helps bypass some of the wait time, but I still feel like I need to huff a can of Lysol.

Diagnosis? Likely lateral fracture down the center of his nose. Follow up with a specialist in a few days when the swelling has subsided.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

So, for those of you who haven't been counting:

  • Hubbie's bike was stolen from the train station
  • I've got lingering bronchitis and a sinus infection
  • Our car broke down last week and left us without transportation for four days
  • LittleMan breaks his nose last night
And now adding to the list, Hubbie got passed over for a promotion tonight. He put in for it last week, but they were so sure of their likely candidate that they did not bother to interview any other applicants.

Tomorrow? Doesn't seem to look any brighter. If judging by today's antics are any indication, the next two weeks are going to be hell. What part of don't run in the fucking house is hard to understand? Or don't wave the sword? Don't throw the book? Don't swing your arms? If I didn't think my kids would rat me out, I would be tempted to tie his ass to the bed and keep him immobilized until his nose healed.

To say things have been a bit of a clusterfuck would be an understatement. At least Hubbie got a cool SARS mask out of the deal.

8 comments:

Joe @ IrrationalDad said...

Yikes. Sorry for the shit that life seems to be taking on you, sis. I didn't know about the dead car though, and I'm not sure how I missed it. I guess I'll have to step up my stalking efforts.

Coal Miner's Granddaughter said...

Fuck a duck. Dude.

You need to just get down here and hang for a while.

I'm sorry it's all suckage. Much love.

Patois said...

Totally sorry, man. About it all. At least November is a short month, eh? Here's hoping it's all unicorns and butterflies in December.

Titanium said...

That. IS. Horrible.

Still clutching my own nose out of pure fright...

I'm sorry, NATUI. You need a really long vacation complete with a nanny and personal masseuse.

Not Afraid to Use It said...

NATUI Note: Just realized last night after having written the post that I forgot to add my husband having his bike stolen from the trains station. I usually do not edit my posts, but I am adding this to my bullet list.

@Joe: I think I tweeted the car thing, but no worries. I'll keep you in the loop!

@CMGD: My kids would bunk with your kids in a minute. We'll have to work on something.

@Patois: Unicorn, butterflies, and peace and quiet! LOL

@Titanium: I would weep for a nanny and masseuse for a day, much less an entire vacation!

Maggie, Dammit said...

Wow.

Wow.

I'm so sorry for all of this. I sense, though, in the juicy spaces between each of these words, that you still have your humor. At least there's that?

Yeah, no. Tough week. I'm sorry.

Cristin said...

Sorry about your craptastic week.

You reminded me I was supposed to get fitted for my SARS mask at work yesterday and I totally forgot. Oh fucking well.

thecheekofgod said...

Shit. Just . . . shit.

I'll do some funky cosmic mojo dance on your behalf . . .