Friday
The Mrs. has been experiencing a streak of bad luck. Her chronically bad back took a turn for the worse, and after an MRI, we learn that she has spine problems. Maybe that’s why she is always telling me her back hurts. (Men are bastards; take it from someone who resembles that remark.)
She also was stunned to watch one of her co-workers pass out in front of her. When the woman began to turn blue, my lovely wife performed CPR. Although both she and I were once licensed EMTs, we did not have the adrenaline addiction necessary and hated doing it. She remembered the drill and did what was necessary. Then she called me and cried.
The washing machine had an anxiety attack and I am not there to counsel it. We seem to break one washing machine a year. This is due to the fact that it is in an unheated garage and is not watched when it gets cold. I have a heater set up, but it will turn off on its own at times and needs to be checked occasionally. Now MrsTroll is forced to go to the (shhhhh) Laundromat!
And last but not last, the stepTroll has been caught acting like a teen and has made his mother’s shit list. You would think he would learn, but he can be a bit slow on the uptake at times. His social life has taken on a life of its own, an active life that keeps him out late and has his mother worrying about him far past her bedtime. Not a good move. Hell hath no fury like a pissed off Mom.
For my part, the work I did for the last week had to be removed and thrown away. Communication is everything, and communication failed on this one. Shit happens, but you can still feel badly about it.
The sooner we both get over this streak of bad luck, the better. It has always fascinated me that things always seem to happen in phases. It seems like the appliances always break down at the same time or the car always breaks right after it goes into the shop.
The weekend is just right around the corner. Next week will be better.
If not, I will be writing this from the asylum.
She also was stunned to watch one of her co-workers pass out in front of her. When the woman began to turn blue, my lovely wife performed CPR. Although both she and I were once licensed EMTs, we did not have the adrenaline addiction necessary and hated doing it. She remembered the drill and did what was necessary. Then she called me and cried.
The washing machine had an anxiety attack and I am not there to counsel it. We seem to break one washing machine a year. This is due to the fact that it is in an unheated garage and is not watched when it gets cold. I have a heater set up, but it will turn off on its own at times and needs to be checked occasionally. Now MrsTroll is forced to go to the (shhhhh) Laundromat!
And last but not last, the stepTroll has been caught acting like a teen and has made his mother’s shit list. You would think he would learn, but he can be a bit slow on the uptake at times. His social life has taken on a life of its own, an active life that keeps him out late and has his mother worrying about him far past her bedtime. Not a good move. Hell hath no fury like a pissed off Mom.
For my part, the work I did for the last week had to be removed and thrown away. Communication is everything, and communication failed on this one. Shit happens, but you can still feel badly about it.
The sooner we both get over this streak of bad luck, the better. It has always fascinated me that things always seem to happen in phases. It seems like the appliances always break down at the same time or the car always breaks right after it goes into the shop.
The weekend is just right around the corner. Next week will be better.
If not, I will be writing this from the asylum.
posted by MizfiTroll at 5:35 AM
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