1. Friday night, Owen comes down with the flu...not a quick throw up and it is over flu, but a wretching all night and most of the next day flu. He overcomes it and is better by Sunday, all is well! ...Quinn gets on the bus Monday morning, right as rain. A phone call 1 1/2 hours later comes in letting me know she puked (not pucked) on the bus and I need to pick her up. Heaven help me! Of course mom and dad are gone and Chris and Kate are so busy "working" at sleeping that I can't get them to answer the phone. I end up having to call in to work and cancel out my afternoon (fortunately, that is all I was working anyway) so that I can take care of my sick baby (not that I mind in the least because my children come first, but it is fun for me recount these facts as certain people need a little bashing occasionally and it makes the story so much better!).
2. Monday continues with a trip to the basement to wash the puke clothes only to find that my washing machine is no longer on line! That is to say, the GFI is OK, the breaker is working, but the washer will not turn on. Calls are made to every repair shop in town, only to find nobody local services my "high end" washer! I am stuck in the throngs of FLU SEASON with no washer! (It cannot get worse, it cannot get worse, the soup was good, the soup was good!)
3. Finally get Quinn to take a nap, sit down for 5 seconds to catch my breath and listen to the wind blowing pretty hard outside...BANG CRASH BOOM! I think "Good lord, the garbage can went over and I am going to have to clean it up, damn the wind!" But no, it is an even better surprise for me as I run to the door and find not garbage in the driveway but the neighbors tree laying on my garage! Am I losing my mind? Nope, that is definately the dying/dead tree that she has been saying she needs to take care of for the past 5 years laying on the garage!
Call insurance to find that in fact she is not responsible for HER tree as it is now laying on OUR property...I can feel a case of that flu coming on (or perhaps it is just my head saying it cannot take much more)...neighbor walks over to say that she's sorry but she called her insurance and they said that SHE is not liable and the tree is OUR problem...all I can do is look at her and remind myself to keep breathing and not lose it!
Put some calls in to tree cutters in the area for estimates on getting the tree off of our garage, advise the other neighbors to keep their respective kids out of our yard and away from us (as we have the flu...and I am pretty much not in the mood to deal with other peoples children...especially you know who!),google someone to fix my washing machine, yell at the boys to get their homework done NOW, and finally cry into James shoulder as he tells it will all work out! My only consolation is the knowledge that life/bad things happens in 3's...we are done now...we can move on...just realized that Gavin has not taken his turn with the flu yet...
ugh.
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