This is another one of those posts that I am just word vomiting all over the place to purge. Proceed with caution.
I have told my husband for the last 10 days it feels as if the Universe is poking me with a stick.
I am not doing anything wrong to get the karma train to run me over. I am still doing normal stuff but the stuff coming back at me is very very icky.
First example. I tried to start our checkbook register. Wait, I know. You don’t have to tell me. We should have had this years ago. I know this. I was flat out phobic from doing it myself for years but we decided to give it a go. It is extraordinarily difficult to start a checkbook without knowing what your beginning balance is. But I did it.
Needless to say I was off by $120.00 and that blows hard. It feels like I lost it. As if it were in my pocket and I dropped it in the Target parking lot. I also know that I won’t TRULY know if I am on point until our statement comes out. **Fingers Crossed**
Then this happened.
This is the glass piece to my french press. I don’t own a coffee machine or a kuerig or what ever it is called. I like my french press. Now it is kaput. And that gives me the sads. Because I love coffee. I really, really, love coffee. So I ended up googling how to make it without a coffee maker. And it was odd to say the least. But it worked (OK I suppose) but I am still in mourning.
RIP – Giver of warm “Get up and get em” juice.
Then… Oh then….
My kids who are 12 and 9 love to play in our neighborhood. They stay on this street and it is filled with kids. So, they were quite bored the other day and I allowed them to go out for an hour or two. They check in and I realize I still need to cook, so I say, “Go on out for another hour but in at 7:30pm for dinner.”
Ten minutes later my 12 year old runs in. B is bleeding!!! Now my 9 year old has scrapes all the time so I wasn’t concerned too much. Until I hit the driveway and he says the following:
“He got hit in the head with a bat.”
I almost passed out.
I gather up the side of my skirt, kick off my shoes and run like I am being chased. My athletic 12 year old couldn’t catch me. I then see my 9 year old on all fours blood all over his face. (And I MEAN ALL OVER IT. Totally red. Not a stream. A RIVER of blood.) And a pool of it on the concrete.
*I should note here when one sees their child like this they loose at LEAST 3 years off their life. AT LEAST.
I proceed to look at the mom who had a towel on his head next to him as to say, “Is it as bad as it looks???” She gives me a response look and shoulder shrug that unfortunately at this juncture she isn’t totally sure.
Oh Dear God.
I have her remove the towel an there is just blood everywhere. I see the gash about an inch in the back crown part of the head. I ask how many fingers am I holding up, etc. etc. He gets it and seems coherent. I ask if he lost consciousness. She tells me no. I scoop him up and off to the ER we go.
I drive fast and run lights. I can’t breathe but trying to smile so neither child starts to freak out.
He is fine. 2 staples. It was much more superficial than it seemed. The blood made it look much worse. No concussion he is gravy.
But damn. I had a literal adrenaline headache for 3 hours after we got back. It hurt.
There is a laundry list of things that have taken a turn like this. It seems to just keep happening. Every other day or so.
I don’t know if Mercury is in retrograde or if I lost some sort of karmic lottery I didn’t know I entered or what the deal is.
But I am just going to put my head down and try and push past this icky cosmic goo and hope it is just temporary.
Because one of these days I am going to poke back. And Lord help anyone if it comes to that.
Woman on Pause