Saturday, May 13, 2006

Is this karma?

It was an ugly week last week, and frankly I need to whine. To start with, it's such a stressful time of year at school. The kids REALLY don't want to be there, so it's like pulling teeth to get them to do anything. Add to that rain for four days straight, and frighteningly cold temps, and you're getting a pretty good idea of the fun.

Bill was extremely busy this week, and gone almost every evening. Plus his beloved aunt had a mild stroke, and in his free time he was understandably at the hospital to visit her and his uncle. Em was home, in her "I'm back from college and don't feel like putting away my dormroom stuff" glory. To be fair, she got it done on Wednesday (after a few harsh words from me.) It's messy again, but for about 30 minutes, it was good!

Fast forward to Thursday, when I started to feel itchy around my neck and under my chin. What the heck? It bugged me all day at school, and finally it hit me. The night before when Jen was playing on the swingset I pulled a few weeds. Was it poison ivy? I've never had it before, but I'm not exactly "outdoorsy" so who knows? So off to the Dr. I went after school. I called Em to make sure she would be home to watch Jen for a few while I went to the Dr, and BTW, could she throw the chicken in the oven for dinner? When I got home to drop off Jen, I noticed a strong, (think dead carcass) smell in the house. The chicken (that I had just purchased the night before) was BAD. Great. Off to the Dr., and no dinner when I get home. There goes that "Mother of the Year" award!

So the Dr. isn't really sure if it's poison ivy. But he gives me Prednisone. WHATEVAH. So home I go to a Lean Cuisine. And I'm just not feeling well at all. (itch itch, scratch scratch.) By Friday morning, the rash has deepened into welts on my neck, and burning hot under my chin. You can imagine, I'm looking FINE at this point. So off to school I go. And during first hour, I write ALL OVER the front of my FAVORITE hoodie. It looks ridiculous. I would explain how I did it, but it's so involved, and SO ME. So at lunch I run home, through the rain and cold, to change.

On my way back to school I GET PULLED OVER. Right in front of the school. Can you say "HUMILIATION?" As if the plague of a rash wasn't embarrassing enough. Turns out my registration sticker is not up to date. And that's because in December when I got it I tried to put it on the plate when the plate was dirty and it wouldn't stick. So I had the dang thing in my glovebox, so the officer let me go. He was so kind, thankfully.

So I get back to school, and I'm rattled. The rash, the arctic temps, the run in with the law . . . what's next? An email from Emily saying she thinks the reason the chicken was rotten was because the refrigerator was truned off AGAIN by the ever popular, Little Miss Mischief, Jenna Lou. Last time it was the freezer downstairs. This time, the fridge upstairs. Will the fun never end?

I almost cried. And that is just unlike me. Totally unlike me, as a matter of fact. Stupid little things happen to me all the time, and I've learned to laugh at them. But this was just too much. I ended up falling asleep on the couch at 6:00 last night, and got up only long enough to drag my sorry behind up to bed.

Today? Better? Well I got a major project done, so that's a load off my mind. I still itch, and the rash is spreading to my face. This should be a good time. Believe it or not, there were a few more catastrophes, but I want to cry again, so I'll leave them for tomorrow.

Is this karma? What on earth have I done?

5 comments:

Sarah said...

I don't know, but whatever you did, please post it, so we don't all have such a horrid week!

Wow! Insult to injury!!!

I bet next week is gonna be GREAT to make up for it!

Caroline said...

i hope next week is better!!! :)

Gretchen said...

Awww, Kay! I wouldn't wish your week on anyone - *HUGS* and hope your next week is a thousand times better!

Nat&Jim said...

Sending big hugs - so sorry for your yuckie week!
It is gonna be better next week - I*m sure!
Nat

Shelly said...

Holy Smokes Kay! I feel so much better about the engraved "M" in my bathroom after reading this. I think it can only get better after this :) Hang in there!