Feb 23, 2012 22:30
What a week I've had. It's been one bad thing after another. I'm *so* done. On Friday, Tom's truck was stolen. I went outside to put Moira's carseat back in (we'd taken it out to adjust the straps) and it was just gone. Gone. The police haven't recovered it, and to tell the truth, we've sort of written it off. My dad had a van he wasn't using, so we arranged to buy it from him. Not perfect (or even close) but it'll do.
Then, over the weekend, Moira got sick. Lots of sick, with lots of throwing up and very little eating. It was tragically sad. And then I got sick. And then Tom's mother. And then my mother. And today, Tom. It doesn't last long, but you seriously want to die from this stomach bug.
I've taken off three days now - one for the car, one for my sick day, and today, to take care of the Mouse. My manager has been very understanding (he has two little girls and gets it), but I'm *so* done with calling off for a while. Today I was supposed to interview for a promotion. We rescheduled it for tomorrow, but how can you feel good about something like this?
It's funny, because when I told my friend (who is out of town) that I was having a bad weekend, he told me to make up for it with a kickass week. Erm, fail.