Oh look, a whiny woe-is-me weekend post, JUST FOR YOU!

One thing I learned from my Anxious Twenties is that it's always a good idea to acknowledge when things are Difficult. This is probably no problem for a lot of you, and you might be surprised, what with all the complaining I do around here, that it is a problem for ME. But actually acknowledging things are HARD, admitting that I may not be handling everything WELL, asking for and accepting HELP, realizing that it's not just one bad day but a string of bad days... yeah, not my strong suit. My Eternal Optimism means I can crash pretty hard.

So! Friday morning kicked off with an emergency dentist appointment. I had a temporary crown put on last Friday and something wasn't right, like it was headed towards Dry Sockets territory. And what they did to FIX my temporary crown, which I must keep for another week, gave me about a full hour of Definitely Dry Sockets territory. I was using labor pain techniques at the DENTIST'S OFFICE. They were super concerned and apologetic, asking if I wanted to get numbed up, have the whole thing redone, but NO. I have stuff to DO. I had a rental house to see and my dad was picking us up because OMG the inspection might happen any minute even though no one is calling us to tell us WHAT minute and I cannot be dealing with Dry Sockets pain because my husband is going away for a week aaaaaaaand... when I got home, in slightly less pain but still enough pain that I burst into tears the minute I saw Phillip, I knew. Things were Hard. 

It's sort of pathetic that I have to get to That Point before I give up. Before I say: Okay, you can help me and you can help me and I'm just going to sit over here and have a good cry. Phillip immediately got on the phone with the dentist and I had to leave the room because I knew he was going to chew SOMEONE out and while I am not particularly impressed with their services thus far, they're NICE LADIES and I don't want my HUSBAND to YELL AT THEM. But yell he did, which is how I got myself a Vicodin prescription (which I couldn't pick up because there was no time GAAAHHH.) 

But thank God my tooth stopped aching enough for me to pack an overnight bag and shout directions at Phillip about the house and get to the rental house on time. Even though the agent herself was late, and had also invited two other families to what I thought was our personal appointment. Good thing I didn't like the house (and your comments about living next to a football field sealed the deal. NEXT!) 

The kids and I spent the night at my parents' last night. We just got home and oh wow, you guys. Having your house inspected (they called Friday afternoon to say the appointment was for Saturday at 10, GEE THANKS) makes you feel sort of violated. It's not just having potential buyers traipse through your home, judging your wealth corners. It's THE BUYER traipsing through your home looking through all your STUFF. Like I worked really hard to make the kids' closet acceptable looking, but it's the way you get to the attic area and when I poked my head in there tonight I could tell they'd taken everything off the shelf to get to the ceiling. Which makes SENSE. But still. They had to, like, refold my Moby wrap and this little baby outfit of Phillip's and deal with my torn paper bag full of tissue paper and gift bags. It's not like they were rifling through my underwear but ALMOST. Oh, and the window screens in the bathroom that are caked with dust but uniformly so that I almost never notice it? YEAH. It's a little EMBARRASSING when someone drags their hand across THAT.

The only thing they noticeably have an issue with, by which I mean a giant piece of red tape was stuck to the wall, is this scrape in the stairwell. It's from when we carried the couches upstairs, and I Magic Erasered most of the color out, but there's still a big indentation/scrape in the wall. I'm not entirely sure what they want us to do about it (again, NO ONE HAS CALLED US ABOUT ANYTHING) but I'll try and get the rest of the redness out. (I couldn't even tell there WAS red in it, but Phillip says he sees some color left.) Which makes me worry about the not-terribly-professional patching job Phillip did on the orange wall, which I'm guessing they didn't see because the bench is in front of it. It's patched and painted, but it is OBVIOUSLY patched and painted and the fact that I'm pretty sure they didn't see it makes me feel ten kinds of dishonest. But we're probably not going to do anything about it and hope that they don't hate us when they move in and see it. I feel so guilty. 

IN SUMMARY: my tooth is broken. I feel guilty. I'm tired. I'm nervous about single parenting. I don't know the results of the inspection ie: I don't know if this is a done deal or not. I think I have to start packing anyway. Oh, and I have the worst cold I've had all year and as soon as Phillip is done putting the kids to bed he's going out for Nyquil (and my Vicodin prescription!) And that means I can't play volleyball tomorrow, as you cannot play defense AND blow your nose at the same time. But that's okay, I think, since I made appointments to see rental houses tomorrow. I'm kind of excited about one of them. And it turns out the one I'm MOST excited about is NOT a scam after all (that is SO another post) but the house itself looks so nice that we're afraid we'd get kicked out as soon as the owner wanted to try selling again.

Oh, and then there's all the stuff I CAN'T WRITE ABOUT. You: Well, this has gone on long enough already!

So anyway. I admit defeat. I'm having a hard time with all this stuff. I can't do it all. I need someone to yell at the dentist for me and run my Nyquil errands. Unfortunately he's leaving on Monday. 

Comments

[Carrie]

Big hugs- I hope things get better soon! And let me know if you need anything this coming week- I'll be around!

[Charlotte]

Oh Maggie! You are speaking to the founder and president of that club. Things will get better, there will be wine and permission to eat large quantities of sweets and new awesomer teeth from a staff that has had the sense scared into them courtesy of Phillip the Terminator Cheung and an audience of very supportive sympathizers/enablers/cheerleaders who adore you to pieces and are ready to listen when things don't go according to plan. If not, well, at least you'll be thoroughly medicated, yes? Yes.

[Sonya in San Antonio]

Hang in there Maggie! I have three crowns in my mouth and never leave without pain meds LOL. (Of course, I also pay to have laughing gas during the procedure because I have major dental anxiety and obviously have lots of work done--see three crowns.) You have every right to feel overwhelmed--you have a lot of major things going all at once! So do the best you can, have Phillip play offense for you where he can until he leaves, and get friends and family to help while he's away. The cold on top of everything else must really suck...I just came down with one too and it's no fun. I really enjoy reading your blog, but am sorry that you are having a rough week. Hopefully, it can only look up from here.

[HereWeGoAJen]

Our toilet seat is broken and I am thinking about whether I can get away with not replacing it before we move. See, dishonest. But things like that are expected when you buy a new house. So don't feel guilty about the wall!

[craftyashley]

Do not feel guilty about that wall- not one iota! Fixing a little hole in the drywall is NO BIG DEAL! You kind of have to expect that when you move into somewhere. And besides, you did patch it! You're not leaving a gaping hole for someone to find! If they don't like the patch job- it's their problem, and they can re-do it themselves!

I hope you feel better! I actually love hearing about your life because it distracts me from my own troubles! (and I'm a sucker for anything regarding real estate, house shopping, decorating, etc.)

[Christina]

Oh you poor thing! I would be an absolute crying tantrum throwing wreck in your place. And about the wall? PULEEZE. They got a total DEAL on your house! Wasn't it like 15K under asking price? I'm thinking it would cost them significantly LESS than 15K to fix the patch to their liking. So don't loose any sleep over it.
Feel better soon!!!

[Marie Green]

Listen, I would totally be blowing a gasket if my husband were leaving during a time of such stress. I mean, these times are basically what MARRIAGE was invented for. People get married so that they have a TEAMMATE, and teammates aren't supposed to be able to LEAVE during the BIG GAME, ya know?

Not that it's his fault... I'm just saying, I'd be losing my mind too.

Hang in there...

Oh, and I ALWAYS have to do labor breathing when it comes to dentists... but that's my own issue, I guess. =)

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