Aww, crap.

Part 1 - 8.19.2022

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Sometimes, it’s hard.

Sometimes, it’s just too much.

I want, so badly, to be positive and fun and funny all the time.

But, sometimes, it’s hard.

Like on days when you do all the right things and still a bird craps on your head.

I’ve only been crapped on (in the literal sense) one time.

We had a big client coming into my office. I had on my spiffy clothes, hair was looking good, I even coordinated jewelry. I was confident and composed.

For sure YouTube, or Yugo, or Yule Brenner or whoever TF the client was would be so impressed with my business attire that they’d give my company that job and I would get a big bonus and fly to Silicon Valley to receive an award…

But what really happened was I stopped at Dunkin’ for an iced tea on my way to work and a bird crapped right on my shoulder as I was getting back in the car.

As Michael Corleone said right after the more famous line below: “That’s a true story”.

I wish I could have Luca Brasi'd that frigging bird.

So, I get it. Everybody has those days. I’m trying so hard to avoid getting crapped on (in the metaphorical sense) because, although I got dealt some pretty shitty luck, my life is good.

My mom and dad are healthy. Christ, they’re not just healthy, they’re amazing. They do more in a day then most people do in a week and that is also a true story.

My girls are right where they’re supposed to be. They’re happy and that’s all I want for them. Happiness is a lot to ask of karma and the powers-that-be, so I'm grateful for it.

My husband and my dog are heart worm-free. No wait, that’s just the dog. I can’t be sure about DF.

He’s fine! He’s feeling better after fighting with Covid forever and we’re looking forward to going back to doing fun things before surgery shuts me down.

And then there’s my house. I cannot and I will not complain about my house. I have an incredible house. It’s on its way to being even more incredible, but it’s not there yet.

Construction of my parents’ in-law addition was supposed to start in like October of 2020. It did not. When it did start, supply chain baloney created major delays, increased costs and generally caused major suck. What is the matter with suppliers? Get your shit together Home Depot!

What's the matter with me? What's the matter with you?! (whoops, wrong movie)

Now things are on their way back from the Covid shutdown. Speaking of, I would've loved months at home for Covid, and instead I got zero days at home. We didn’t even get to WFH (that’s Work From Home, if you’re wondering). Nope. We worked from work. Like a bunch of employees. Rude.

Ugh. Business.

So am I getting my wish to stay home and eventually WFH? I guess? I mean, I'll be full of drains and sutures and tubes and junk, but at least I'll be home. With my dog, and with my guy and with my parents (who -fingers crossed- will be just a little farther away than they are today, like 11 feet farther).

Hopefully I don't look as bad as Santino after surgery.

Now the question is, how do we fix this? How do we get all the supplies, get all the work done, get all the everything so that I can recuperate in relative comfort?

By him, I mean that frigging bird.

AND NOW WE WAIT...