I just got back from an AH-mazing weekend. We’re talking wine, good food, coffee, cuddlling, cold weather and a little adventure. It was BEYOND needed.
We got home late Sunday afternoon. The kiddos rushed into our arms and we had a big ol’ family snuggle fest. Again, totally amazing.
Then Monday happened.
What the deuce? It’s like reality decided to bitch slap me, point and laugh.
I spent most of the morning doing the normal catch-up from being out of work.
Then I had the brilliant idea to update my iPhone to IOS 8. I knew I didn’t have enough storage space, but I went to download it and planned to install it later. (Read: I did not download all my eight trillion photos to my hard drive before I did it.) So it tried to update it, failed miserably and now it’s a big fat brick. If you know me even a little, you can understand that I’ve had the shakes a little bit. I’m going on 36 hours with no phone and while that’s really no big deal, no being able to call or text is driving me batty.
Today includes a trip to Verizon with prayers they can at least restore it to factory settings. I’m not quite ready to spend several hundred dollars on a new phone. Let’s just say I’m SUPER happy that I was smart enough to write my ziplining post BEFORE I bricked my phone. At least I saved a few photos from the weekend.
Then….one of our cats has infected anal glands and one of them ruptured. Yes, that sounds as awesome as it is to actually deal with. You can stop being jealous right now. So we took a family field trip to the vet (because of course Tuesday was a teacher work day.)
So yes, I’m a smidge cranky. No, I don’t expect you to feel sorry for me. Yes, I should just try and be thankful for all the awesomeness that exists in my life.
Can I go back to the mountains now please?