I’m sure we’ve all heard the oft-repeated phrase, “God doesn’t give you more than you can handle.” It’s been said to me more than once…can’t imagine why.
At some point, likely in the very near future, I’m going to snap, prove that God indeed gave me more than I could handle, ipso facto disprove the existence of God which will reverse the Big Bang/Existential Sneeze and instantaneously shrink and birth us back through a reverse black hole into nothingness.
As it will prove extremely difficult to apologize after the fact, I’d like to beg forgiveness today for breaking the universe. And if we have a Words with Friends game going, you win by default.
Half of you are laughing and the other half have fallen on your prayer bones to pray for my everlasting soul before pulling me from your RSS reader.
Yes indeedy I’m having a hard time these days. On the bright side, and I must find one or the universe will end sooner rather than later, is that we are all healthy and (mostly) happy and everything growing warts in my life these days can be filed under “First World Problems” and as long as my liver doesn’t give our (hey! Southern Comfort comes in 100 proof!) I’ll make it through this move with nearly all my sanity intact. No promises on the color of my hair, but that is why colorists exist.
On the not-so-bright side, it’s been seven weeks since Tom moved to Chicago. Seven weeks of being an almost single mom. Seven weeks of keeping the house perfect, the boys in line, 3/4 of the household fed/watered/dressed. I have missed the birth and resultant snuggling of my nephew, Easter dinner with my family (my mom makes a mean ham), and getting the boys into a new school before it’s out for the summer. Tom has missed A’s 10th birthday, the boys advancing in Cub Scouts (as well as next week’s Crossover ceremony for them), J’s run-in with a very heavy library table that resulted in x-rays/left index finger splint/right hand Ace bandaging (he’s fine), Easter here (including being asked repeatedly if I’m the Easter Bunny), the Scout trip to Winter Park, A getting back on ADHD meds (including daily rising at 6:30 to dispense said medication), ongoing homework fights, getting the driveway repaired, my one-day physical and emotional collapse this past Thursday, and A’s sleepover birthday party this weekend from which I am still recovering. The universe quivered just slightly on Friday when I received a notice for Jury Duty this summer, but I managed to hold it together and well, we’re still here. You’re welcome.
I apparently pissed in someone’s Cheerios in a previous life.
When this is all over and behind us Tom and I are going to look back at this whole First World Disaster and wonder just what the hell we were thinking. I’m convinced once I have us all moved in to a new house I’m going to hit a wall and have a breakdown that makes the one in 2008 look like a mild case of the flu. You’ve all been warned.
So, dear friends, let us hope that things turn a corner soon. I’ve already packed all my adhesives and I’m not sure they’d be enough to repair the universe anyway.