It’s Friday, and usually that means you get a post called I Don’t Care Enough About You to Write in Transitioning Paragraphs Friday. But not today. I have enough to share about similar topics that I can easily transition my paragraphs. This has been one hell of a week.
It started with my mom visiting a friend out of town; while she was there, a middle-of-the-night visit from a police officer told Mom’s friend that her son had just been killed in an accident. Tragic situation.
A couple members of Vic’s extended family have had some serious health issues this week. One came through okay and it looks like he’s on the mend. The other one is still a wait-and-see.
Victor will never admit that he didn’t want to speak to me for a couple days this week, but it’s true. He wasn’t thrilled about the puppy thing. He’s adjusted to it fine, but it took him a while to come around, and during that time I annoyed the hell out of him by asking over and over if he hated me. (He may not have actually hated me, but he was not very happy with me. NOT AT ALL.)
I worked two days this week, which doesn’t sound like much, but it’s more than usual (which is NO days, lately) and I was surprised at how much it exhausted me. Add that to lots of PTO work and the typical stress of everyday life at the House of Manullang, and I was overwhelmed way earlier in the week than usual.
Katie got a new phone and was beyond excited for it to arrive. When it finally did, it didn’t work. Hours on the phone with tech support and customer service and a trip to a local store finally concluded that it was a bad phone. Poor Katie was so disappointed, and I felt so bad for her. I also felt bad for me—I was the one who spent all that time trying to figure out what to do.
Sunshine had a family member die suddenly and tragically on Wednesday. It was on the news. Heart-breaking, truly.
We got the new puppy yesterday, which was a mostly good experience. But… he puked in Petsmart. He cried a lot at bedtime last night. His first vet visit today was crazy-pricey. He had a few accidents in the house. Yes, typical new puppy things. Still, stressful.
Val planned a party and a bunch of us bailed on her at the last minute last night—many with good reasons, yes—and I think we all felt terribly guilty. I know what it takes to get the house ready for guests, to choose and prepare food and beverages, to psych one’s self up to play hostess. I hate that she did all that for nothing. She won’t ever tell us that we’re sucky friends, but I bet she was thinkin’ it last night!
Loveliest Lori is in the middle of a medical emergency right now. I’ll share more when I know more—hopefully tomorrow—but things are feeling way too uncertain for all of us who care about her. I th
On the way up to Heather’s house for a meeting this morning—which is just around the corner from my house—I got bit by a dog. YES. I didn’t know the dog, nor the girl walking him, but he leaped at me as we passed and totally jabbed a tooth into my thigh. Let me say this: dogs do not bite me. I am nice to dogs. I like dogs. They know it. I was stunned that this happened. I still can’t believe it. A dog bit me!
Tonight I felt the clouds moving in way too smothery-like, and I decided I needed to run to Target for a new dog food container RIGHT. THAT. SECOND. You know those things can’t wait, right? And I walked around Target for way longer than I needed to, but it was nice to look at pretty things that had nothing to do with the heartache and frustration I’d seen so much of this week. On my way out someone yelled at me in the parking lot and I was all ready to give them my biggest frowny face EVER, until I realized it was Val and her husband. Yay! Nice people! We stood and talked for a few minutes and agreed that everyone we encounter is assholes but us. Totally fair, right? Also, the fact that Val talked to me without telling me I was a sucky friend was very, very nice of her. She’s not an asshole. Not even a little one.
Unfortunately, our short, fun chat didn’t lift me completely out of my grumpiness. As I began to back out of my parking space, I saw a couple girls run past my car and I actually thought, “If I hit one of them I’m going to be so mad.” People who want to blame the pedestrian for being hit really should not be driving cars. I needed to get off the road, and fast. I went home immediately.
It was a rotten week. So rotten. I’m exhausted, I’m zapped, I’m nursing a friggin’ dog bite. It’s time to check out on this week, I do believe. Unfortunately, I can’t do that yet. I’ve got a visit to Loveliest Lori tomorrow and who knows what the rest of the weekend holds. I’d really like to hang with my puppy and forget about the rest of life for a while. Please, can I?
I hope wherever you are, you can do something as comforting and relaxing as that, at least for a bit.
xoxo
I'd be exhausted after that week, too. I hope this week goes MUCH better for you - with less dog bites and angry Victors for sure.
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