Remember in Stripes, at the beginning of the movie, when Bill Murray gets home with the pizza and his girlfriend's dress, and finds a guy repossessing his car, and he drops the dress and the pizza, and his girlfriend leaves him, and he throws a basketball through the window?
They play this sad little tune in the background around that point. It's going through my head this morning.
This has been the week from hell.
Monday morning, I get up, start downstairs, and slip on a hardwood step, and wind up tobogganing down on my back, getting jackhammered in the back and butt by about 10 more hardwood steps. Cracked a rib, sprained a finger, got generally bumped up.
So I take a valium and a vicodin and shut down.
Round about 2pm, Havah and Tova get home from camp. Early. Because Tova got lice. And Havah, despite being the pool head at camp, had to bring her home.
We were all up late that night dealing with getting her shampooed and checked. We find out that Tova has to stay home Tuesday as well, but if she's nit-free, she can go back on Wednesday. Havah checks with one of the camp nurses on Tuesday evening, and she says it looks close enough, and she can go. They get to camp on Wednesday, and are sent home by the other nurse, who disagrees.
Wednesday, I'm leaving work, and I take the train back to the station near my house. Get out, get to my car in the garage, and the battery is dead. So Havah has to come and jump the car so that I can get it to the service place we go to so they can check to see if it needs just a new battery, or if it's the alternator.
The car was ready Thursday morning at around 9-ish, but I was already at work. When I got back to the garage, Havah was going to come and pick me up and bring me over to get the car. We got there at 6:45, and they'd closed at 6:30.
This morning, I walked over to the service place to pick up my car. As I'm crossing the street, I see my car pulling out of the place. I walk into the middle of the street to stop them, and the guy pulls over. He says he was on his way to drop the car off. How sweet is that! So he tells me to go to the office to pay for it, and when I get there, the manager tells me that he wasn't on his way to drop it at my house. No, he was on his way to the body shop. About 10 minutes before I got there, someone hit my car and knocked the bumper off. He says to give him a couple of hours.
I tell him I have to get to work, so he has another guy drive me to the train station. I get out of the van at the train station, stepping into a puddle in the gutter of the street.
I'm finally at work, and I feel like going and getting a pint of ice cream, or a whole pizza, except that there's no kosher pizza in the Loop. So instead, I had a 580 calorie honey bun.
I really, really don't feel like working. And I haven't even gone into the stuff Havah's dealing with from her boss, and her issues with finding a teaching job for this fall.
I'm just surprised it wasn't raining when I got off the train this morning. I didn't bring an umbrella, so that would have been about par for this week.
Posted by katharina (Member # 827) on :
Oh, that is crummy. What an awful day.
*slides over a bowl of fresh, ripe, warm strawberries*
Posted by KarlEd (Member # 571) on :
(((Lisa)))
Hope your weekend makes up for the week. (Though it sounds like it will have to be a pretty spectacular weekend to do that. )
Posted by Joldo (Member # 6991) on :
What's that book . . . Alexander and the No-Good, Terrible, Rotten Bad Day?
Don't worry, things'll get better by tomorrow. Posted by The Pixiest (Member # 1863) on :
(((Lisa)))
The weekend is nigh... and the weekend is always better, right?
Pix
Posted by Belle (Member # 2314) on :
oh my, honey. Sounds like a week you'd rather forget.
Best of luck to Havah finding a job and I hope everything else for you guys turns around and gets happier.
And for the record, I HATE head lice. We went through it too with my oldest when she was in 1st grade. She kept getting sent home from school, we'd get her nit free and she'd get reinfested. Finally found out the stupid people working in the computer lab were allowing kids to share headphones and guess who was always getting sent home? Nat and her computer lab partner, who had to use the same set of headphones. Posted by ketchupqueen (Member # 6877) on :
quote:Originally posted by Joldo: What's that book . . . Alexander and the No-Good, Terrible, Rotten Bad Day?
That would be Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No-Good, Very Bad Day.
It does rather sound like that. At least she didn't wake up with gum in her hair.
Maybe she should move to Australia.
Seriously, hope your day gets better and you can have a healing sabbath.
Posted by Icarus (Member # 3162) on :
quote:Originally posted by KarlEd: (((Lisa)))
Hope your weekend makes up for the week. (Though it sounds like it will have to be a pretty spectacular weekend to do that. )
But it wouldn't take much for the weekend to be an improvement. Posted by starLisa (Member # 8384) on :
Thanks, everyone.
Posted by Shigosei (Member # 3831) on :
Wow, a crummy week indeed. May your weekend be more pleasant and restful!
Posted by Demonstrocity (Member # 9579) on :
(Hurry up 'n smile, my face is starting to cramp)
Posted by lem (Member # 6914) on :
quote: warm strawberries
We need a barf graemlin. The way to do strawberries is cold with sour-cream and brown sugar. YUMMIE!
warm strawberries? ack!
EDIT to change "bard" to "barf."
Posted by Baron Samedi (Member # 9175) on :
I like to boil my strawberries, douse them in ketchup and chili powder, then mash them into a paste and eat them on rice cakes.
Cold with cream and sugar... some people Posted by Tante Shvester (Member # 8202) on :
Oh dear! Lisa, you have had enough bad luck. I hope you are feeling better from your injuries. Are you still on the pain medicine?
You kind of remind me of Job. You know, that guy from "The Book of" series. He had what seemed like an awful run of luck, too, but it turns out it was all a plan, and that G'd hadn't abandoned him after all. Maybe the big guy is just paying you a little extra attention, you know? Like a test.
Good luck on the new week.
Your ever-loving Shvester, Esther
Posted by Phanto (Member # 5897) on :
Ah, the guy Job, who God decided to torment just to prove a point. Gotta love it.
Posted by starLisa (Member # 8384) on :
It actually got worse on Friday. I did something that I've only read about before. I ran home to my parents. I'm 43 bloody years old, and I couldn't bring myself to go home, so I went to my parents' house instead. I think my Dad may be the only person I've ever met in my life who can understand my situation with my partner. And I just feel bad for him that he can understand it.
Posted by Tante Shvester (Member # 8202) on :
Oh no! What can I say?
Posted by Synesthesia (Member # 4774) on :
Everybody knows you eat strawberries on angel food cake with whipped cream.
And I'm sorry you're going through all of that StarLisa...
Posted by The Pixiest (Member # 1863) on :
Oh Lisa....
It's Monday morning.. days later... Are things brighter or grimmer?
Posted by starLisa (Member # 8384) on :
About the same, really.
My father is a doctor. ENT surgeon. And he's smart. My mom is an artist. Like fine arts. She's not dumb by any means, but she was never going to be on the scholastic decathlon team, if you know what I mean.
When I was growing, up, they fought a lot. My mom couldn't be punctual for her life, and it drove my dad up the wall. My dad thinks about things logically. My mom can't even spell logic. I love her dearly, and there were times when I was growing up when her emotional support was a lifesaver. But when it comes right down to it, I'm 95% my father's daughter.
At some point, my father found a way to deal with things without it driving him around the bend whenever my mom would do something nutty or inconsiderate or self-absorbed. It had a lot to do with giving up, I think. With making a basic decision that breaking up the family and starting over was a worse option than gritting his teeth and surviving.
And it's funny, because my dad has a much harsher temper than my mom. But he's the one who has really suffered. I've talked with my mom, and her thing has been all about learning to disregard my dad's constant complaining about her lateness. About learning to stand up and say, "I am who I am, and I don't have to let him make me feel bad about that." And I can see her side, but I think she's missing the point. No different, really, than when I was growing up. I still think my dad is in the right the vast majority of the time when it comes to their stuff.
OSC wrote that thing about divorce a few months ago. And I agree. I think staying together for the kids is the right thing to do except in really extreme situations.
I had to call my dad again on Sunday because my partner had knocked me onto the ropes again. You all know me. When I think something is right and something is wrong, I argue it. It's the hardest thing in the world for me to just accept that things are wrong and shut up about it. It's a skill that my father has mastered, but I haven't. Not yet. I keep thinking that if I raise an issue, maybe things could change for the better. The fact that the only changes she's interested in are on my part is something I get in my head, but can't quite manage to internalize.
Posted by Narnia (Member # 1071) on :
I'm glad you have your Dad to talk to. He sounds like such a blessing.
I'm sorry your week has been so rotten though. Here's to a much better one! It's Monday! Posted by The Pixiest (Member # 1863) on :
I admire your strength, Lisa. But I wish you didn't need so much of it.
((Lisa))
Posted by Tante Shvester (Member # 8202) on :
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