Yesterday and all this week so far has been crap.
If one more thing happens I will lose my mind. Again.
My Pity Party in full progress.
So last night, in utter desperation and with no one to cry to, I emailed a friend from the parking lot at a rink at 10 o’clock at night that I was thinking of quitting blogging.
This morning he responded with:
Don’t kill your blog!
So basically, it’s his fault that this post is Pointless Stupidity. 🙂
Anyway you wanna know about all my issues?
Disclaimer: it’s a lot of whining and complaining, so feel free to exit now.
Let’s see, where to start…?
The dryer had been broken since March or something. The dryer got fixed yesterday. I threw in the first load of towels since March (I washed them since then, just didn’t tumble dry them, had to hang them up outside).
The dryer worked fine.
This morning I did another load and since it’s raining put the stuff in the dryer.
It doesn’t work anymore.
Apparently the fuse burnt again so the guy said it’s the motherboard. Which will cost as much as it would to replace the dryer.
We can’t afford a new dryer. Or a used dryer. Or any dryer.
My dog walking is canceled until further. The one human ended his contract job and is now home looking for more work so they don’t need me to walk the pooch anymore. Until he gets work, that is, at which point they would like me to return.
This sucks. Not only for my daily mental break and the exercise, not to mention the joy I get out of walking little Mr. Entertainment, but for the cash, too.
Gonna have to explain to my teenager that the food budget has been cut in half. Boo.
The mason who said he’ll fix our crumbling wall at the back of the house (two window sills and a door frame) before the icky/cold/wet winter weather arrives was due to work it on it yesterday and today.
It rained yesterday. It’s raining today. Because of course it is. So no work and the brick keeps crumbling.
There is a tent-like shelter we bought a number of years ago with heavy duty tarp covering it, that we used during our renovations. After the renos were done, we kept it, moved it to the back of the lot, and stored odds and ends in it (mostly outdoor stuff like certain gardening equipment, empty bins, a few outgrown toys the kids won’t part with, etc).
The ceiling ripped slightly in places about a year ago so we reinforced it with two tarps, the type you get for camping.
I noticed yesterday that the top of the two tarps is shredded to bits. And the inside of the shelter has a huge rip in it.
We need it, we can’t not have something to cover all the shit back there (including the lawn mower) so today I had to go spend money we don’t have on an extra durable tarp and extra strong Gorilla tape. Let’s hope this will help make it last through winter. UGH.
Of course today is not the day to fix the shelter because it’s pissing rain.
While ALL this was going on our wonderful ridiculous f*cking SAMSUNG fridge started making its noise again indicating ice clumps on the fan needing an immediate defrost. (Which is a temporary fix, but cheaper than buying a new fridge. So we defrost the damn thing every 6 weeks or less.)
Never buy Samsung Fridges. There are class action suits against Samsung in the USA (but the Canadian arm of Samsung doesn’t give a shit.)
This means coolers in the house (because the porch was supposed to be occupied by the mason fixing the crumbling brick), and crap everywhere.
If you read here even semi-regularly you know that I get frustrated at the clutter, mess and disorganization.
My house is a cluttered, messy, disorganized dump at the moment and I’m at my wits end. #FirstWorldProblems
All of this whining of course gets topped with the icing on the cake:
MY OFFICE HOURS TO WRITE ARE NON-EXISTANT.
My contest writing is incomplete.
My research for querying in not happening.
My mental state is borderline depressive.
I ate pastries and chocolate pudding and too many carbs because the healthy food is in the garage fridge which means walking through wet grass to get to the garage and I’m a delicate flower so that ain’t happening which means more pastries for me which just makes me feel worse. (Awesome sentence. Good thing I’m not querying to pitch my words.)
And then, I told the husband here that I would not complain if some fast food fries and burgers made themselves magically appear in front of me for lunch upon returning from my final dog walk.
His eyes lit up. Wanted to know where the coupons are. I told him I gave them to him. He and the kids love any sort of junk, so they’re the coupon holders. I rarely eat that crap.
He must have found them because I’m gorging on Wendy’s fries and burger while typing this drivel. For the record, the fries box has the word QUALITY on it.
I’m my own worst enemy.
Please don’t send thoughts and prayers, I’m not in the mood.
So there you go. Aren’t you happy I haven’t quit blogging?
Which doesn’t mean I’m not going to take a break. I might stop, for a while. No one wants to read this negativity. People have their own stuff, more serious stuff, real stuff going on in life.
But until I can turn things around I may take a bit of a break. We’ll see.