Life sure has a way of screwing you when you’re down sometimes, doesn’t it?

I’ve had a helluva week.  And by helluva, I mean if one more curve ball comes my way, I don’t think I’m going to make it, you guys.  Seriously.

First, I found out we are going to have to pay for my son’s orthotics out of pocket because we haven’t met our insurance deductible yet this year.  Don’t get me wrong; I’m so very thankful we have insurance, and given this family’s collective medical ailments, we’d never survive without it.  In fact, when I was just a 17 year old in college, I actually based my major and career decision mostly on the fact that I would have health insurance when I became a real adult.  I’m not even joking.  That was my number one priority, and I worked hard to make sure it happened (not anticipating that the government would strip it away chunk by chunk once I became said adult).

But forking over a grand out of the blue for orthotics my kid needs is a bit of a shocker.  It’s not like we have a thousand bucks just hanging around somewhere.  We have to hope and pray our tax refund shows up soon so we can dole out the dough to get Ewing in those AFOs ASAP.  He needs them to walk properly.

Moreover, the IRS is still after us for some crap we can’t even understand because of a screw-up on our former tax lady’s part.  We can’t even tell the IRS whether or not we agree with what they say we owe, it’s so confusing.  So we had to hire a professional who actually knows what he’s doing to send an appeal for us.  More money down the toilet.

And have I mentioned in the past that I have no idea whether or not I still own a house in another state?  The A+ lawyer we hired to help us out on the foreclosure apparently didn’t minor in communication, because the guy won’t return our calls or emails.  So I could be racking up a bill I know nothing about as we speak.

To top it off, I found out about some medical stuff that knocked me off my feet, leaving me dazed and confused — almost literally (almost).  That’s gonna cost quite a bit financially, physically, and emotionally.

And finally, a thing happened at work today about which I’ve been stewing since I left, partly because I’m so angry about it and partly because I still have to deal with it tomorrow.  It’s like herpes (which is not the medical stuff of which I speak, in case you’re wondering).  The shit just festers below the surface until my obsessive anger and anticipation about it brings its ugly, herpe-ish existence into the spotlight.  It’s seriously making me want to just abandon good teaching and relationship building in the classroom in favor of doing boring old textbook reading, questions, and rote memorization in silence so as not to stir the proverbial pot any further.  God this shit really makes a sista want to throw in the towel.

So, yeah.  Fuck you, Life.  Fuck. You. Very. Much.

Sincerely,

Me