On the Fritz

*Playlist.com is on the fritz, too.  If you want music you need to hit play at the bottom; it won't play automatically.*

It's been one of those weeks.  Just a little, you know...off.  Case in point:  I just chased down the garbage man with the bag of bathroom trash, because it had some disposable diapers in it and the thought of those diapers sitting around until Tuesday made me want to gag.  I caught him and asked if I could toss it in the back of the truck, and he said no.  I am so ridiculous right now that I totally did not realize he was messing with me, so I just stood there looking small and sad and lost until the other garbage man took the bag out of my hand.  The first garbage man kept laughing and yelling, "No!  No!  Not allowed!"

Our computer is broken and so is my favorite lens for my camera.  The one that I saved for months to buy, my baby lens, my desert island item.  So help me, I could make it on a desert island if I could just drink pina coladas and take pictures all day.  Surrounded by all of my favorite people.  And electricity.  And the internet.  And running water.  And modern medicine.  And my horses!  I'd need them, too.

Somehow I think the concept of a desert island is lost on me.

One time Bear Grills did a Man vs. Wild episode on a desert island.  It was the prettiest place ever.  Sandals was probably the next island over.  He was all like, "OMG!  I might die any second!" and I was all, "Yeah right!  You're on vacation with your family!  And those sharks look tame!"

Anyway, it's been an off week.  The heat is probably partly to blame.  It was so hot in our bedroom at night that I was having nightmarish flashbacks to last summer when I was pregnant and would stand in the bathtub running cold water on my feet like 5 times a night.  Our A/C can cool down the rest of our house no problem, but something about our bedroom just makes it always hot.

But guess what?  We finally broke down and bought a window A/C unit.  It is AMAZING.  I can't believe we didn't do it sooner.  It only cost $125, and now we can put the A/C for the rest of our house up to 78 or 80 and feel just fine.  That sucker is going to save us money!

Bonus:  Our room now feels like a motel room.  Hubby said it even smells like one.  ("Um, what?" I said.  He tried to explain.  I sighed.)  It's like every 8-year-old's dream come true, living in a motel room.

Second bonus:  Hubby gets to cuddle with me again.  Previously, he would roll over and try to cuddle me and I would screech, "OMG it's so hot I'm going to die!  Don't touch me!  Get away!  Get me some water!"  I think this is what actually pushed him over the edge to come home with the giant Sears box.

My baby had a huge growth spurt.  As in, at almost 9 months, I finally have to say goodbye to her 3-6 month outfits.  She's so big, and she even stood for a second on her own two nights ago while playing with my friend K.  I tried not to cry.

My back is probably broken.  Ok fine, not really, but it feels that way.  I've been doing physical therapy, which I previously thought was only for old people and people with horrible terrible injuries.  I didn't fall into either of those categories, so I thought I was just a whiner.  It has helped my neck and shoulders so much I can't believe it, but unfortunately, my lower back (which has never recovered properly from a riding injury) is way worse.  Plus, I have a cold.  So I just want to whine even more.

I'm having a really hard time finding host families for my students.  They come in a month, and I still need 6 more families.  I have two weeks to find these families.  Talk about keep you up at night.

There are piles of laundry everywhere and my floors desperately need to be mopped, but someone wakes up from every nap like this, and so you know what?  Life is good.

How can I say I've had a rough week when I've gotten to spend every minute with this little face?
 

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