I’m Having One of Those Weeks

Chance and Diesel - This is what I felt like last week :)

Chance and Diesel – This is what I felt like last week 🙂

By Marcy Kennedy (@MarcyKennedy)

Last week, I had “one of those weeks.” Again.

My husband and I both came down with a cold/flu bug that (literally) knocked us off our feet for days. I couldn’t stand up long enough to even cook dinner. Before we were back to full health, one of our cats cut her paw pad and we had to take her to the vet. We came home to find that the snow plow had destroyed our mailbox. Lopped it off right at the ground. The frozen ground. Which you can’t dig a new post hole in for at least another month.

I got up the next day and, thanks to a shower that felt like someone was stabbing me with icicles, discovered that our water heater had stopped working. Just as I got out of the ice shower, my grandparents called to say their ride to water therapy had cancelled for that day and Friday and could I take them? And of course I took them and worked late to try to make up for the time I lost. Last count I had over 1,000 unread emails…if I ignore them, will they magically answer themselves? A girl can hope. (P.S. If you’re one of those emails, I’m not ignoring you. Promise. It’s not you. It’s me.)

To top it all off, our car, which was nearly totaled in my husband’s car accident on February 1st, still hasn’t been returned to us. The repair shop has given us yet another delay and excuse, and since the accident happened four hours from home, we can’t even check on it. I’m starting to think they’re secretly renting it out or trying to source used parts from a junk yard…or maybe that’s just my paranoid writer-brain talking. I think I might be sleep deprived.

By the time the weekend hit, the time change felt like adding insult to injury. I needed that extra hour that we lost.

I don’t normally blog about a lot of the little, private, personal struggles in my life because I know that so many people have it worse than I do. I don’t want to sound like I’m complaining. I have a good life. I’m mostly happy.

But when the cut-paw cat with the cone on her head tried to jump up on the counter and fell in the sink (taking everything on the drain board with her), and I noticed that our teething kitten had chewed the tail off the dog’s brand new toy monkey (along with the cord on my housecoat and the tie on my yoga pants), and I realized that even though I’d managed to get my grandparents’ laundry washed, we ourselves were one (cold) shower away from having to use the spare pillowcases as towels, I think I might have snapped. Just a bit.

So I had to share. Because sometimes “those weeks” reach absolutely ridiculous proportions, and you find yourself sitting in the middle of the kitchen floor with the choice of either laughing until you snort or crying until you run out of tears. Maybe both. I’m not admitting to anything. *insert shifty eyes here*

I wanted to let anyone else enduring “one of those days,” or “one of those weeks,” or even “one of those years” know that you’re not alone. I’ve been there too. You’re not being punished. You haven’t done anything wrong. Hang in there. Think of it this way. It has to get better soon…because, after a while, there’s pretty much nothing left that could break, backfire, or be delayed 🙂

Have you ever had one of those days/weeks? I’d love to hear your story!

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