ChezPerky

2009 has sucked.  Royally.  Everytime it gets bad, it gets worse.  I have so many blessings and joys in my life and I know this and I'm not ungrateful for any of them, so please don't suggest that I am.  But honestly?  2009?  Sucks. 

I thought maybe getting past March would make things a little less stressful, but April?  Has been even worse.   Sam went to the ER because he got a cut above his eye that the pediatrician said was open too much to heal by itself.  It wasn't a huge deal, but it cost me a few hours of work, made for one unhappy Sammy. 

That same day, we found out what we'd be owing in Federal taxes.  It wasn't pretty.

This is my busy season at work.  When isn't?

I've been sick for two weeks with a "cold or something" that I haven't been able to shake.  In fact, it's only been getting worse.  I'm beyond exhausted and it's far more than my usual "I don't sleep much" kind of exhausted.  It's a beaten down with a stick kind of exhausted.  Small wonder… I've got a sinus infection and I'm now the proud owner of 40 Augmentin XR tablets.

My cleaning lady broke the inner glass on my oven door, then lied to me about it.  She also did a piss poor job of cleaning my house that day (and for the three years prior).  I couldn't care less about the oven door breaking – she did something stupid that caused it to break (no matter what her story is, my nanny was standing there watching it happen, and she doesn't have any reason to lie about it), but anyone can make an honest mistake.  What makes my blood boil is that she lied to me about it even after being confronted about it.  Then she had the audacity to tell me that I've been mistreating her for years.  This, coming from the woman who was only even in my house that day because she called me and asked me if she could please come that day so that she could do my Pesach kitchen cleaning "at no charge" to me because I've been so good to her for the last 4 1/2 years  and she knows how much I'm struggling right now.  Mistreating, indeed.

I didn't handle myself well that day, that's for sure.  I yelled at her more than I should have and told her to get out of my house.  I don't want people in my house who lie to my face.  I don't trust people around my children who lie to me.  Ever.  I'm sorry that I yelled.  I'm sorry that I lost my temper.  I ended up a sobbing ridiculous mess in my kitchen as she was leaving (calling me a drama queen, mind you, she can bite me). 

My nanny took me to my bedroom and laid me down on my bed and gave me a glass of water, told me I'm the best boss in the world and that D will never find a better boss and that it's she who should be apologizing for stealing my money without doing the job right.  I love my nanny.  Seth came home from work early because I was clearly in no state of mind to … um… function. 

We ordered a new piece of glass for the stove.  My handyman promised to come as soon as the glass arrived to install it for me.  The glass was scheduled to arrive Monday.  Tuesday at the latest.  We paid $50 in expedited shipping to ensure this.  Pesach is coming, after all. 

Monday came and went.  No glass.  At 3:30 today, the glass arrived.  I paged my handyman and he said he'd be over as soon as he finished the job he was working on.  He and I arrived at my house around the same time (5:30ish).  We opened the package with the glass and… 

It was the wrong piece of glass.  They sent the outermost piece of glass, not the innermost.

Fan.  Freakin'.  Tastic. 

(they've refunded the expedited shipping cost, they're picking up the wrong part, and reordered the correct part, waived the cost of shipping the new part…expedited of course… and it'll be here on Thursday.  My handyman will come Saturday night or Sunday morning to install it)