10:33 a.m. - 2006-06-29
Four Words
There are four words that, when strung together, are guaranteed to change the course of your week. For some couples, it's "We need to talk." For others, it's "I missed my period." Still others have become undone with "Whose bra is this?" In the Funk household this week, it was, "Honey, the basement flooded."
It's been downhill ever since. No doubt you know by now of the torrential rains we've had here in DC. On Monday morning, it became a too-real nightmare when I walked down into the basement at 4:15 a.m. and felt the carpet squish under my toes. I had to be downtown at 5:30 a.m. for my volunteer shift for the SHRM conference (more on that later), and Joe had jury duty at 9:00 a.m. Since I was the only one who could reasonably get out of my obligations without fear of a jail time penalty, I stayed home to deal with the flood -- the flood that didn't really get resolved until about 3:30 yesterday, thanks to the inept management of our condo association.
Ugh, it's been a crazy, stressful, wet week, and I've been teetering on the verge of a meltdown since Monday afternoon. Ice cream has helped, but it hasn't been the cure as in fiascos past. Right now, I'm in a bad, bad mood.
