So here’s how the week has been working out for me:

First, my son threw me for a loop when he came over on Wednesday and announced that he’d just had lunch with his birth father.

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This is the man who has not so much as sent a birthday card or made a phone call in almost seventeen years.

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When I get my brain wrapped around all this, I’ll get back to you. Maybe.

Yesterday, Thursday, I spent TWO hours making phone calls to try to get information about appealing that silly municipal court decision. No one knew anything. I got disconnected THREE times.

Finally, the legal department called me back, left a message, and…they didn’t know anything either. Sheesh.

Today I finally reached someone who didn’t know much either, but she did get answers and call me right back – God bless Margaret! I have only until Tuesday to file, and it will, of course, cost a few dollars – but considerably less than $800. Yes, yes, it’s a possibility that I’ll lose, but hey, it’s worth a shot.

First thing this morning, my husband had his CT scans – the three-month follow-up from his cancer surgery in June. He got home about 8:30 or so and said all they told him was that “some blood levels” were “kind of high”. Sigh.

After considerable research, and further questioning, I finally discovered what he was talking about. I made a few calls, and finally talked to the oncology nurse. It could be minor, it could mean something not so good. However, we won’t know a flippin’ thing until the doctor reviews it all on…TUESDAY.

I hate holiday weekends. I am never off, and neither is my husband, so why doesn’t everyone else have to work? I know, I know, blasphemy!

Back on Facebook, I discover several posts of encouragement and sympathy for a friend – I immediately called her, and it turns out her husband is having bypass surgery; they just took him into the OR. Had a massive heart attack while doing water aerobics, of all things. And he’s just 50. So, yeah, right now I’m eating a WHOLE chocolate bar instead of just half.

I mean really – for crying out loud and all that – isn’t it about time for EVERYthing to settle down??

Yes, I can juggle; well, two balls at a time, anyway. Never could manage to get the hang of that third one!

But I wasn’t referring to a carnival sideshow, just my life. However, as a life reference, I can easily manage three or more, even a couple extra as long as they’re short-term. But things right now are just CRAZY.

First, I’m having a Fibro flare-up. Eh, I can manage, I have some decent pain meds; the problem is that I don’t usually recognize it until I’m into, say, Day 2 or 3, which means I lose a little productivity and feel a lot of guilt until then.

And it affects my sleep, as in I don’t get much; which came first, the chicken or the egg? Am I tired because of lack of sleep, or tired because of the fibro? It’s a vicious cycle, I’m tellin’ ya!

I think I’ll just make a list of the others:

My husband has his follow-up CT scans on Friday; no idea when we’ll hear results.
My son is still in foster care, for two more months and then (hopefully) coming home; in the meantime, we have “family therapy”. You might think that part isn’t a stressor – ha!
Already covered the potential sale of the farm, the last bit controlled by family.
And already covered the estate issues, which should be finished – this month? Next month? Ever??
We ARE buying a house, and moving, very soon. A month or so. I hope. Will the house we want still be there? I don’t know, so I can’t plan. I refuse to think about it, in case it doesn’t work out. Been there, done that.
Not to mention school has started, confirmation starts tonight, and I’m already running so ragged that I have NO TIME. None. Whatsoever.

Hmmm. Back to the sleep question. No wonder I can’t shut my eyes, huh? Writing it down sure puts things in perspective – it’s kind of a “duh” moment.

Oh yeah, and the snoring. Not mine, my husband’s. It’s enough to rattle the windows, some nights, and always particularly loud just when I’m about to drift off. Figures. It really does. Those balls are just flying all over the place, but seem to be dropping, one by one. At least they aren’t crashing down on my head. Yet.