The overload is getting the better of me

My last few days in a nutshell:

• Master shower leaking into formal living room below – currently plastic-wrapped off like in E.T. so that we don’t breathe in mold. Plumbers got here this morning to begin deconstructing the master shower to determine the problem. Unknown timeframe for complete repair. Sounding like next Tuesday is the target completion date.

• Dogs had teeth cleaning and mole-removal surgery on Friday, so they are Frankenstein-looking creatures with splotches of fur-lessness and stiches.

• House is A DISASTER. Seriously – you would think we were robbed if you came in here right now.

• Beautiful kitchen with amazing counterspace currently has no counterspace because of said DISASTER.

• SOOOO excited for a Saturday night out – babysitter lined up, tickets bought (twice, oops!)

• 5pm Saturday, Jeff tells me that he doesn’t think he can make it through a 2 hour movie due to the stomach bug. Cancel babysitter. Make mad calls to get rid of tickets, but too late notice for everyone. Eat $18.

• Monday: Slow-moving toddler makes getting out of the house at a reasonable time impossible, and then when it is possible and you put on underwear instead of a diaper, he has an accident. Jeff already  downtown to industry conference, so no help.

• Garbage day, but did I take out the garbage last night? Nope. So I did it this morning while running around and nicked a bag getting it out of the garbage can and some unknown liquid (please god, let it not be chicken fat) leaked out all over the place. Dogs licking it up, Reilly going “Mommy made a mess! Mommy made a mess!”. Yes, thanks so much kid.

• 3 minutes late to global best practices call, 3 more minutes late due to ancient computer system that won’t unfreeze.

• Ready to do big training session but the Software as a Service site doesn’t work. Really? The system we use doesn’t even let me log in. Nice. On to Plan B – complete a nice 45 minute training by describing and showing previously-captured and out of date screen shots. Ha!

• Oh – should I throw in the real work stuff? Nah, enough stress at home to not even think about work stress. ;-)

I think I need a hug. And a massage. Maybe a hug from a massuese.