This week has been one of those weeks. You know the kind. Things go wrong, more things go wrong and then a few more things? Yep. One of those. I blame the time change. It just does some crazy stuff to the cosmic balance in the Fit Household. Murphy’s Law definitely paid us a visit.
We shifted the time on Saturday (for those of you that haven’t yet…this is likely why you keep getting strange looks at work and can’t seem to get anywhere at the appropriate time). I had a swap night, I witnessed the most incredible display of projectile vomiting I have ever witnessed from a child while out at a friends house. It was quite possibly the worst sight I have ever seen in my life. There is no way I can ever unburn that vision from my brain. That started a shift into extreme paranoia that me and my household would also get sick (for those that don’t know, I have a phobia of the barf bug. So much so that I seriously contemplated never having kids because I didn’t think I’d be able to handle the pukes). So after stripping down the second I walked in the door and sanitize-washing my clothes (did I mention phobia somewhere??), I hoped and prayed no one else would get sick.
Thankfully, no one did.
Monday was back to normal. Or so I thought. Fit Boy and I went to his swimming lesson (he is doing AMAZING BTW… —>proud mama<—) and came home. As I was getting ready to make dinner, I noticed that my freezer veggies weren’t so frozen. A bit more investigating revealed that nothing in my freezer was frozen.
We still don’t know what happened but we think that the freezer may have been overloaded. We’ve been moving stuff from our downstairs freezer upstairs so we can give it a much needed defrosting. We may have moved too much. So we lost meat, veggies, fruit, babyfood. I will openly admit that after I finished kicking my own arse, I cried. I hate, hate, HATE wasting food and to see that much go broke me.
Add in a baby that had a diarrhea blow out up to his armpits, this same baby who fell off the change table while hubby was changing him and you have my day up until Monday night.
Thankfully, Tuesday was relatively uneventful.
Have you ever had a string of untimely events strike all at once? How did you handle it? Cry openly? Drink excessively? Buy yourself something nice?