In the last week and a half:
(Along with the stresses we've already been semi-handling...)
My crockpot shattered.
My breadmixer's center shaft snapped.
My food processor's bread attachment cracked.
The air mattress Ben has been sleeping on (don't ask why the poor child doesn't have a real bed yet) has a bad leak.
We had to buy 4 new tires for the van and get an alignment.
My dog ran away overnight and well into the next day.
Then she pooped in the house (last night at 12:45 am.)
Ben and Kate got hand, foot, and mouth disease.
A vole took up residence in Kate's window well.
Somehow our shower upstairs is leaking (not leaking. Pouring) into Josh's closet. The closet has been emptied. The carpet has been partially pulled up. The gallons of water have been partially sucked up. The plumber has been called. Can't wait to find out how much drywall they'll have to cut out to fix this itty-bitty problem.
I found out my piano teacher (from when I was 5 until I went away to college) is in hospice after a severe stroke and can no longer communicate, so I can't even call her to say goodbye.
Where is the white flag? I need to surrender.