Misc. Monday: Just laugh

Dear readers,

First off, massive apologies on the week-plus delay in posting anything. As those of you who regularly read my blog know, I just moved across the country this past week to be with Dear Betrothed. It’s been a heck of a week. But ya know what, sometimes every possible thing goes wrong and the best way to handle it is to just step back and laugh.

The mayhem started when the moving service I had originally booked couldn’t fit into my apartment’s garage, leaving me and Dear Fiance scrambling to find a way to move my furniture cross country at the last minute.

Just breathe. Just laugh it off.ย 

Cue the next cluster: A scam artist moving company to whom I very nearly gave my money. Dodged that bullet!

Just gotta smile.

In the end we rented a U-Haul and packed it up ourselves, which was neither pleasant nor easy. Did I mention I can’t even do a bicep curl with a 10 pound weight? Yeah, I’m not so strong, so it wasn’t so easy.

Just embrace the adventure.

Once we got on the road, things were going well. We spent the night in a hotel off the highway halfway to our destination. Once we arrived at our destination, we were still in for a long day. Dear Better Half and I had to unload all of my furniture and belongings into his mom’s garage, since our house is still being built.

The next morning, the whole household had to wake up bright and early because Dear Soon-To-Be Mother-In-Law had to go to the hospital for surgery.

Just smile and be grateful for the good things in life.

After our exhausting week and weekend of heavy labor and cross country driving, spending all day in a hospital waiting room wasn’t exactly ideal. Thankfully the surgery went very well, and she was released the next day.

On Tuesday, I went to my new office. Aaaaand was locked out, because Corporate Security screwed up my access badge (their words, not mine). So yeah, I was locked out of my office and probably looked like a deranged burglar standing on the street pulling relentlessly at the door, teetering on my 5-inch heels and trying not to cry into my morning coffee.

Just gotta laugh.

Once I got into my building and logged on at work (miracle of miracles!), I found out my boss (who just resigned) left a major presentation for the next day in my hands. Joy!

Gotta find the humor in the chaos.

To cap off such a brilliant week, on Thursday I went to the dentist and was told I need a root canal.

Seriously, just gotta laugh when things get that ridiculously hectic.

Between heavy manual labor, hospital waiting rooms, scam artists, root canals, and being locked out of my own office, it’s been a heck of a week. But, when so many “bad” things happen in a row, it’s honestly kind of funny.

Or at least, I’d rather laugh at the absurdity of the timing than feel sorry for myself. Because I have so much to be grateful for, and I’d rather laugh than frown.

I’ll go ahead and apologize now for any delays in posting, reading your blogs, commenting, etc for at least the next month or so. We’re living out of our suitcases on an air mattress in Dear Future MIL’s house, so my computer is still in pieces waiting to be plugged in.

I love you all, dear readers!

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9 comments

  1. So glad you’re positive enough to laugh at all of this. It’s either that or cry. Investigate alternatives to root canals, or ‘Rate Your Dentist’ on Google to see how experienced/capable he/she is with the procedure.
    The wife had three done by an otherwise good dentist, and had to have them removed because of gum infection. Consider a mini-bridge, so that you can keep smiling. ๐Ÿ˜€

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