I can't decide if God hates me or not this week.
Monday, took Ellie to the surgeon, got new x-rays, found out that everything is healing perfectly, so her cast should be taken off in 4 weeks, just as planned. This is good news.
Tuesday, go to court for my DUI that I got last month. This is an interesting experience, my first time going to court all by myself. I'm scared shitless, and apparently for no good reason. The case has been dismissed, and will stay that way unless the stupid cop that arrested me decides to file the paperwork. Which I really don't forsee happening. Oh well. I'm absolutely ecstatic about this, it's the break I've been needing. If you know me at all, you know the absolute bullshit I've been going through since, oh, about December...
Then today, being Wednesday, we find out that Ian's lost his job. For some stupid reason. So here we go again. I thought bad things only happen in threes? Go figure.
So this week, I'm trying to figure out why my faith is still standing at all. Yes, we're all alive, and aside from Ellie's unfortunately hot pink cast, we're all healthy. But it seems that everytime I turn around, there's another curve ball being tossed in my direction.
Monday, took Ellie to the surgeon, got new x-rays, found out that everything is healing perfectly, so her cast should be taken off in 4 weeks, just as planned. This is good news.
Tuesday, go to court for my DUI that I got last month. This is an interesting experience, my first time going to court all by myself. I'm scared shitless, and apparently for no good reason. The case has been dismissed, and will stay that way unless the stupid cop that arrested me decides to file the paperwork. Which I really don't forsee happening. Oh well. I'm absolutely ecstatic about this, it's the break I've been needing. If you know me at all, you know the absolute bullshit I've been going through since, oh, about December...
Then today, being Wednesday, we find out that Ian's lost his job. For some stupid reason. So here we go again. I thought bad things only happen in threes? Go figure.
So this week, I'm trying to figure out why my faith is still standing at all. Yes, we're all alive, and aside from Ellie's unfortunately hot pink cast, we're all healthy. But it seems that everytime I turn around, there's another curve ball being tossed in my direction.
Today's pictures are a couple days old, of Ellie chillin' in her little nest.
.. and of Ellie on her way home from the hospital, wearing Mommy's sunglasses.
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