Dagnab those Squirrels!

The "yellow room" has been the "junk room" for lack of a better term, where we have put up occasional guests, I had taken over the closet (of course!) and things waiting to go up to the Attic, or the vacuum, or other odds and ends with no home have ended up. One of Larry's jokes when I ask him where we should put something, is to say "the yellow room, of course!"

One of my millions of chores is to work on cleaning it out. Completely. But what seems to happen, is anytime I spend time in there working, I clean space, and the next thing I know, it's got stuff in there again! I sold the King size bed, and only replaced it with a toddler fire truck bed. Thankfully, the closet hasn't filled back up yet, since I emptied it a month or so back. Lately, when I've been in there working, I've heard animal scratching sounds in the ceiling. Had I not been in there working, I never would have noticed them.

Those scratching and moving sounds have gotten worse. To the point, that yesterday, they were so loud, they woke Kaleb up from his nap the next room over. (Thanks a lot squirrels, I really wanted an overtired, fussy boy all afternoon!) Called in a Pest dude, who went up there, and reported that an entire thing of wood has been chewed away, and they've set up shop in our Attic. Next to the bats of course.

SO, as he is walking down the stairs ahead of me, I am holding Kaleb, somehow I miss the step, and stumble/fall/jog myself down those stairs doing my best to protect Kaleb from getting hurt. The poor Pest dude was so startled, as he hadn't heard me falling behind him, he turned around and grabbed me as I about landed on top of him. He was so upset by it, he said he had to go outside and calm down. (He didn't have his hearing aids in to have been warned by my falling before I hit him).

At the time, I was so concerned about Kaleb, who was crying (fear) and the poor Pest dude was all upset, I noted that my Knee was really smarting, but other than that, I seemed fine. Grateful Kaleb hadn't gotten hurt. Until later that night. Man oh Man oh Man, my foot was smarting so bad, I could barely walk on it. And can you believe, it took me a while to connect the dots.

DUH, I fell down the stairs, maybe THAT is why my foot is smarting so badly?!?!? Iced and elevated during the night, having a sense that I'd done more than just a bruise, it felt broken. And, after seeing a doc this am, validated my fear.

But, it fits right in line with my luck these days. Driving to the doc this morning, my windshield cracked all the way across. I almost had to laugh. We bought ourselves our Christmas present early (having saved for it throughout the year, and knowing we'll NEVER be able to spend money like this again...) and bought a dishwasher (yay, one that actually cleans dishes!) and a fridge (only took 3 tries to get one in), and a kitchen floor. But, even though we now have all 3 of said items, the getting them were riddled with frustration, bad timing, bad situations, and some very hard times (I am probably filing a complaint on one of the delivery guys). Anyhoo... that is just the beginning. I think the thing that started all this "bad luck" was my miscarriage. About 2 months pregnant, totally excited and preparing (peremptorily, obviously), Lost the baby. And bad luck in my treatment from the doctors/hospital.

So, I've had a string of unfortunate events, and all around the time of year when I need to be focusing on the positive, and things I'm grateful for. I guess that's the best time for them to happen in clumps, because I'm quickly reminded that my focus should shift to what I am grateful for, instead of on my mounting frustration with things. So, as I soul search about what I can learn from this, or about the things I do have, and am grateful for, I just have to say...



DAGNAB THOSE SQUIRRELS!!!!


:) OK, now I feel better. All positive and ready to focus on the positive. I definitely need to. :P