not my week

Honestly this must just not be my week. Sunday night was the whole "overshare" conversation which started Monday on a wonky note.

Monday night I tried to run only to discover the my knee was weird.

Tuesday night was a conversation regarding my husband and how it's not my responsibility to make him do things. It's kind of a long story but in short form I was blamed for enabling, except I don't. Usually when the person who has the disease blames your for enabling, it's not the case. Thank God for Al-Anon I would be so lost without it!

Wednesday night the blinds came down.

Thursday afternoon I walked into the house and it reeked of poop. Jack apparently got scared, or something upset him and there was a mess in his crate. His crate is in our bedroom. There was poop on the wall, when I got him out he tracked it to the door.

Fortunately I got home before Mr. Clean. I had it cleaned up by the time he got home. I also had Jack bathed and the laundry in the washer.

Today was pay day, except everything immediately went back out and then some. I swear I'm trying to give this up. I know that God specializes in the impossible. I have no voice because while I know that stressing is useless I'm doing it anyways.

It's Friday, so glad it's Friday!!!

Margs is in the states from Canada so I will get to see her on Sunday, she's coming to the house. I'm so excited!!!

Tonight we are going to a food truck rally. I'm looking forward to the experience!!! I'm glad Mr. Clean wanted to come, it means he pays!!!

The bright side, we are fast approaching my birthday month. With my birthday month comes birthday cash, praying that nothing else happens so I can maybe finally get caught up again!!!