Look, I got it, okay? Message received LOUD AND CLEAR.
I already knew that it kind of sucks to be turning forty later this month. You’ve made that abundantly clear. Extra padding around the waist and butt: check. Knees that just won’t run no more, no more: check. Insomnia, grey hair, spouse who snores and still wants to wear the clothes that were stylish when he was a teen: check, check, and oh my lord, CHECK. I GOT IT.
I didn’t think it was TOO outrageous to plan a weekend getaway with my husband. You know, we don’t get away all that often. Once in ten years, I think. We don’t even do date night very often. So one weekend in New York City didn’t seem like too much to ask for, I thought.
We knew the shingles were a potential problem but the blisters are mostly gone now and I haven’t been too terribly sore since last week. So I thought it was entirely reasonable to make yesterday a test day – I would have one normal day, including a trip to the grocery store, and we would see how that went. I think that’s reasonable, don’t you? Well, I was tired afterward. More than tired. I sat on my couch and cried a little at the thought of having to go get the kids at the bus stop. You know, at that point I was pretty certain we would have to cancel the New York trip for this weekend. I ALREADY KNEW.
You did NOT have to throw in the sick child and the husband with the weird throat infection. THAT WAS OVERKILL. I’m just sayin’. Nobody likes a nag, Universe.
P.S. Watch your back, Universe. I have three kids and they are forces to be reckoned with. Guaranteed at least one of them is having kids. And then their kids will have kids. The Mamadragon-Fixit Empire is just getting started. It might take a couple of generations, but REVENGE IS COMING, Universe.