Monday, April 11, 2011

Humorless

I'm having a hard time finding my sense of humor today. Actually, I'm having a hard time finding my sense of life-is-worth-getting-out-of-bed today. The KH described the events of the day as "ironic" and said it was a good day in that he wasn't hit by a meteorite. I think we passed ironic a ways back, and frankly, that meteorite is looking more and more appealing.

While I was at my unpaid--but you get to pay for gas and parking and all your other expenses--job, my husband was, with great relief, sending out a large bill to a client after a solid week (and weekend) of work, payment of which...well, let's just say it would be a nice idea, what with property taxes and income taxes being due this month, in addition to all the other bills, and the kids still wanting to eat and all.

And then Sam started bleeding from his mouth and the rest of the day pretty much went to hell.

The KH examined Sam's mouth and found...something bloody. So he took Sam to the vet. While sitting in the examining room, he got an email from the client--the one who now owes us a substantial amount of money. The sense of the email was, "I hate you and I'm not paying." And then the vet came in and told him Sam has a tumor. Numerous tumors, actually, but the big bloody thing in his mouth was the one that needed emergency surgery.

As in, you're not getting out of here without forking over the mortgage payment surgery. Sell your firstborn and all his toys surgery. Cough up a kidney, because that's the only way you're going to pay for this surgery.

'Cause this is a freakin' GREAT week for that.

I'm trying to be philosophical here. I really am. But the past couple of years have been a long, hard haul, and there is no end in sight. I try every day to be cheerful and optimistic and say things like, "It's going to be okay; we just have to keep going. Eventually it'll get better. It's just a matter of time." Most of the time, I even believe it. But today I'm wondering if I ought to just give it up and change my name to Job. My cheerful has gone missing and hasn't left a forwarding address. Stick a fork in me, because I'm done. Th-th-th-th-th-that's all, folks.

But I don't have time for a nervous breakdown. The kitchen needs cleaning, the laundry needs doing, the house needs vacuuming, the sick dog needs meds, the kids need help with their homework...

...and, damn, I need a drink.

23 comments:

Suzanne said...

I'm sorry. Hang in there.

kate said...

Come out my customary lurkdom to say I'm so sorry. Hope you get the drink, the KH gets the lousy client to pay up, and Sam comes out of this ok. Here's hoping for some peace of mind for you and yours.

Strickmuse said...

I am sorry too. Life works in cycles, at least that is how I have experienced it. It will get better, it's not always downhill. I wouldn't mind sharing that drink.

Wanderingcatstudio said...

Have a BIG drink! But it will get better - everything in life is about balance!

Sharon said...

That all just sucks. I am so sorry and am sending all good wishes for Sam. Pour yourself a good stiff drink and relax. Wishing you some enjoyable knitting time, too!

sophanne said...

Hi friend, we are here! We are here! And we don't want any of your money and we'll worry about Sam with you and we'll hate KH's asshat client with you and we will send yarn and booze as needed.

sophanne said...

P.s. Thanks for making me feel a little bit better about the new shoe stinging giant blister on my heel. Suddenly it seems not so bad.

5elementknitr said...

I was thinking with the stupid client that you should have KH remind that person that you are a lawyer!

We are here and we are rooting for you!

Rose said...

Lots of hugs and good thoughts coming your way, keep going!

Anonymous said...

Want me to send a meteorite? Maybe just a smallish one that would permit you to bail on the job for a week or three because of *all the damage* it would do. No one needs to know that the *damage* is all metaphorical.

Hang in there, kiddo!

caroline said...

Delurking to offer condolences, chica. May life get better and pretty damn quick. it's been a sucky couple of years hereabouts. I think we're all due for the universe cutting us a major break, eh?

caknitter said...

I feel your pain, girl.
It's always good to let it all out, then you turn around and the person next to you has a story to top yours. Happens to me all the time.
Now go get yourself a cocktail.
:-)

Michelle said...

oh, that all just stinks. Really badly.
Sending good karma your way!!!

Susan said...

Delurking to offer my sympathy on the current state of affairs. Experience has taught me, though, that cycles of "bad" events are usually followed by cycles of good ones. Given what is going on in your life at the moment, a new and better cycle should be starting very soon!
Having your husband mention to the non-paying client that his wife, the LAWYER, would be in touch about the bill, just might work. A friend, whose care was badly damaged by a limb from a rotten tree that extended from his property over a parking lot got almost immediate satisfaction when her daughter, the LAWYER, entered the picture!

Tracy Purtscher said...

Well it looks like you took the first step and DID get out of bed, unless of course you have blogged in bed. Then all bets are off.

The laundry, and cleaning will wait, (why things like don't just shrivel up and die like a neglected house plant I'll never know) Plus the kids are old enough to feast on PBJ's if necessary so chill. Cheers! I'll have one with you. Gin and tonic please, no lime.

It has been a tough year, while I'm not building a new career for myself like you are, we are building one for the youngest who is in LA and such a long long way from home. (silly me thought the end of college was going to usher in a financial upswing)

But it's sunny outside, the wind is blowing and the sky is blue right? All is right with the world, it's just bumpy sometimes.

huge hugs

Unknown said...

I'm especially sorry to hear about Sam; it seems like there is no such thing a a small vet bill. Just big, enormous, and "kids, you have to quit school and go to work."
And I really get annoyed when the supposed random short straws of life decide to show up in clusters, wtf anyway? Hang in there girl.

Angel said...

I know how this feels! I've been there myself. I can only say hang on this will pass...

Steph said...

Hugs.
Yarn.
Breathe.

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Anonymous said...

what sophanne said....without the whole blister thing.

sending you loads of good thoughts and prayers and chants and karma...you certainly deserve it

sheep#100 said...

Three words: breach of contract.
Three more words: small claims court.

Khalila said...

Hugs to you and your Sam. Hang in there, after all, what else is there to do? I can safely say you are one of the smartest people I know and I think that offers an advantage in the "making things happen/work" department. Hold tight to your knitting. Love, Khalila

Anonymous said...

It's tough when so many bad things happen at once. But eventually everything WILL work out - it really will pass! Breathe, and keep up with that lovely knitting.