This Is Just A Test...

The ER incident was fading from my mind as I reveled in the possibility of actually taking advantage of a day off to sleep, catch up. No such luck. My sub, who has been by my side for weeks, is deathly ill and Tuesdays are my busiest day. So I went to school but hoped to skip today, since I have an appt. with Dr. C mid-morning. Just to keep life interesting and to really test my"new" relaxed-I want to avoid labor and pulled chest muscles attitude, I came home to a DISASTER. Water had not only leaked all over the children's bedroom, but there was also a new leak in the living room! F was smart and had covered the bed with a shower curtain but the water still made the floor buckle in their room and still soaked the antique rug in the living room. Breathe in breathe out. Living with tarps and buckets all over the place, sleeping with MoJo in my room (plus the crib, which is now assembled and hence stuck in my room), this is not what kills me. What kills me is that there is some structural fucking defect in the building which makes fixing the ceilings pointless until they fix the bigger problem. We just redid the kids' ceiling after living with it looking atrocious for over a year because they had allegedly fixed the problem. I am speechless. The livable surface area in my apartment is shrinking. But this is just a test, because the real challenge is just around the corner. And, after making you read this long paragraph of bitching, I acknowledge that everything is relative. We are all healthy, I am not indigent, and this is just a test. I will try to stay in one piece and to pass.