All the Luck

Um. I think I have REALLY bad luck.
I lost $100 at walmart. I have no clue where it went. Literally grew legs and walked off. I remember sticking it in the back pocket of my diaper bag. I left my diaper bag in the locked car when I went grocery shopping. When I got back the money wasn't there. I spent about an hour at 11pm, exhausted, looking for the stupid bill. No luck. (sigh). The things I could have done with that money instead, someone is probably buying crack with it.
Please tell me I'm not the only one who has completely lost her mind.

The girls are both teething. I've never experienced "rough" batches of teething. Trey got teeth overnight and showed no symptoms. My sweet girls are completely off schedule, hate to sleep, and are miserable. Now I know why so many of you curse teething.
All in time for Trevor to be out of town for a week.
Perfect timing my sweet babies.

Phone meets toilet. Water damage.

Running daily. Gain 2 lbs.

A large rock fell off a gravel truck and cracked my windshield - while I was PARKED.

I won't bore you with a million other incidents. Really don't want this to sound like I'm complaining. Just conclude that I seriously have the worst luck and get a good chuckle at life's little "issues" (which are nothing in compared to true trials). It's those damn gypsies (right Austin!?).

To be honest, I'm trying to laugh about these dumb incidents (well, everything but the lost $100. That made me cry) which leave normal, hormonal women such as myself floundering.

Luckily, I have a sweet family who keeps it all in focus and a husband, who always comes home, after 13 hours with his hand up a cow butt, six days a week, with a smile on his face - might I add, comes home to a frumpy, non showering exhausted woman. I don't know how he does it.

HE's closer to 3 than 2 now. Not okay with that.

Oakley. 5 1/2 months

Reagan.

true love.