Remember how I said it could be worse? Apparently, the fates took that as an engraved invitation to deliver a crappy week my way. A run down:
1) An employee on my staff's nephew OD'd last Monday. This meant that...
1a) I had to do her job on top of mine. Not a big deal, usually, except that we were already really short staffed.
2) My step-grandmother ended up in ICU on life support, suddenly and unexpectedly. Which meant that...
2a) I got to watch her die on Friday night. This was not a good thing at all and, in my opinion, should be illegal (the watching someone die part). But she was surrounded by people that love her, and that is a good death.
2b) The Trolls experienced their first wake. The Monkey is not a fan. It was very difficult for him. The Nugget, on the other hand, was a trooper and sat right by his Papa.
3) I got news that the nugget did not pass his FCAT, ergo did not pass third grade. He sobbed. It broke my heart. It's for the best, really, because he just wasn't ready for fourth grade (as much as he thinks he is).
4) Apparently, I blew through a red light on Mother's Day and the Pasco County Sheriff's department were very happy to collect my $158. I got the ticket on Saturday. The curse of Mother's Day continues...
5) The Boyfriend™ and I got into a tiff. It was by no means our worst fight, but it was enough to send me over the edge.
6) Our washing machine broke.
7) Our dishwasher does not actually wash dishes. It just bakes on food detritus and water film. Which means that...
7a) I have to wash all the dishes by hand.
OK Universe. I get it. It can and will get worse. I have had my quota of worse. And bad. And suck. And horrifying. And annoying. And crap. And blah. I will gladly accept good, and fun, and wholesome and loving and everything is awesome with the world. Yeah, I'll take plenty of that.
I'm off to Opp, Alabama today to lay the grandmother to rest. Opp has about 6500 souls and is a blink-and-you'll-miss-it town in the middle of some backwoods. I'm hoping for some good photography moments, but I'm not holding my breath. I'm also going to be stuck in a car for eight hours with my errant sister, whose behavior makes tattooing the side of my face look tame in comparison.
So, Universe? We're even. I'll take that goodness now.