My husband had to travel Monday through Wednesday. That's always a stressful time when everything gets displaced. He left Monday morning and that's when the the crap started hitting the fan.
While I was doing dishes, the fridge started making terrible squealing noises when it kicked on. Thankfully, that stopped after about an hour and another crisis was averted.
On Monday, I had to also deal with home owners insurance. With a problem created by the agent, our home sat for two solid months without insurance. Thank God nothing happened during that time. However, I learned that my American Family agent has to be the worst agent ever.
A visit to the agent's office proved unfruitful. We've been dealing with this issue for three months, so I was less than pleased. Needless-to-say, as of tomorrow we will have a new agent for both auto and home insurance. I could dedicate an entire post just to the problems we've had with insurance companies the past year.
To add insult to injury, I found out on Monday that my hairstylist had quit his previous salon and I could not find him at another. Simply a mild irritation unless it's tacked onto a week like this one.
Tuesday morning not only did I have to wake up in a bed that wasn't mine, I was woke up by a dog throwing up all over me. For whatever reason, that dog has continued to throw up everyday at least a few times a day.
I've had to deal with some pretty big personal hurts throughout the week that I just can't go into right now. Two of my friends were diagnosed with cancer in the past week. One of my friends had a miscarriage.
I learned my niece and nephew will be spending time alone with my parents next month. That certainly doesn't make me happy.
Father's Day smacked me in the face and finished me off with a good butt-kicking.
In trying to get new insurance, I learned that once again my in-laws have caused problems for us. Their accidents have been put on my husband's driving record.
Last night, I came home to find one of the dogs had eaten two pounds of cherries, which are toxic. After not sleeping for several nights, I had to keep checking on this dog to make sure she was still breathing.
And yes, I literally did step in dog poop.
I think it was the emotional stuff that wore me down faster than anything. I still can't find a lot of purpose in my life, nothing to give me direction.
I've just had it with everything...it's weeks like this one that make me wish my life away and look so forward to heaven.
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