Sometimes weeks look like this and I just need to go outside and breathe, and cry, and try not to scream.

Water burst through my bathroom ceiling. Four companies came to look at it – no one will fix it. And yeah, I had to call, talk to, schedule, and walk total strangers through my house while making sure my cats were accounted for.

I switched to T-mobile, spent 2 days sending the new number to hundreds of contacts… and banks, and healthcare, and online retail – only to have such a bad service experience that I switched back within 5 days and had to resend my old number to all my contacts… and banks, and healthcare, and online retail…

My dryer has water in it.

My washer is making a sound that shouldn’t come from a washer.

New pendant lights found! New pendant lights returned.

Three houseplants decided they’d had enough of living in the house.

I hated the last 3 books I read. Well, maybe not “hated” but they didn’t give me the escape that books usually do. (The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue is totally overrated. She is annoying and whiny – kinda like I am right now.)

The dishwasher tipped over. Yes, you read that right.

The ice maker stopped ice making.

For some reason, my kitten is in the toilet.