So, here we are. March. It's been a long year. To sum up:
Week one: Finding myself in need of Hubs' assistance, I call his cell phone. He doesn't answer, but thoughtfully, he sends a text message:
In a meeting.
I text back:
In a car accident.
Good news: Son is safe at home at the time and no one else is seriously hurt.
Bad news: I do get a concussion. Which brings us to:
Week two: Concussion from car accident + emerging from a hot bath + tile floor = Broken nose. Never have I looked more lovely. (Note to the people at work, the store, and at church: The question, "Did your husband beat you up?" is neither original nor funny. Nor likely, since the last time I saw Hubs make a fist he had his thumb tucked inside. Do you see his hand in a cast? DO YOU? I didn't think so.)
Good news: I can still breathe through my mouth!
Bad news: When I speak, I sound like the secret love-child of Darth Vader and Fran Drescher.
Week three: Surgery to reduce the nasal fracture.
Good news: Two days off work!
Bad news: Ever had your nose packed? Or worse, unpacked? Ouch. Still, TWO DAYS OFF WORK! Totally worth it.
Week four: As I drive Son to an appointment, a tire blows out.
Good news: We have Roadside Assistance and I somehow remembered my cell phone!
Bad news: Due to adverse weather conditions, we're told the wait will be eight hours. Eight hours. In the adverse weather conditions. Because it's January, in Utah, where we aren't the best drivers even during GREAT weather conditions. "Ice on the roads? Awesome! We should drive three times as fast, in as many different lanes as possible and see if we can achieve flight!" Huh. As I think about it, eight hours may be a somewhat optimistic estimate.
Week One: I get a phone call from the school. Son is fine, but he's bleeding quite a lot and can I please come and get him before the secretary passes out?
Good news: Mom works for a pediatrician and we can get right in to get Son's finger stitched back together.
Bad news: Son interprets "Keep the stitches dry" as "You never have to shower again!"
Week Two: Hubs and I are stranded in a blizzard. In the car. All night. (Upcoming entry on this event because, oh my gosh, you can't even believe how bizarre this night is.)
Good news: The road is closed and I can't go to work! Yay! Hubs and I are exhausted after being out all night and we need the time to sleep.
Bad news: The road is closed and the neighborhood kids can't go to school. They CAN, however, play outside in the snow! While screaming. Loudly. With the loud screaming screams. All. Day. Long.
Week Three: I find out at my follow-up visit that the surgery for the nasal fracture was unsuccessful. They'll have another crack at it in April.
Good news: More time off work!
Bad news: More packing. More unpacking. Oy.
Week Four: Parent Teacher Conference.
Good news: My sitting next to Son every day after school doing every assignment with him should result in his being nearly caught up!
Bad news: If Son didn't actually turn the assignments in? He didn't get credit for the work. WHO KNEW? Son is, of course SHOCKED by this development. You'd think someone might have warned him about this. Oh wait. Someone did. His teachers and his parents.
After months of warning Son that the state of his toothpaste tube suggests that he either never brushes his teeth or has discovered the secret to self-replenishing dental hygeine products, we go to the dentist expecting dire results.
Good news: Somehow, Son has no cavities!
Bad news: Son now believes my other warnings about acne, dandruff and the downside of smelling like a mountain troll in a sauna are worthless.
Week Two: Hubs finally finds time to hang some pictures around the house.
Good news: I finally have some pictures hanging around the house!
Bad news: One of them is hanging over the hole he had to make in the wall to repair the pipe he drilled through.
So, yeah. 2008? So far so...well, let's not tempt fate.