I was promised a good year. After the hell of 2015, and not so great previous years, this was to be the one we were waiting for. The kid was here, safe and sound. I was mostly recovered from the insanity of pregnancy/surgery/newborn, there was money in the bank to start the porch. The world was looking up.
Now, there has been stuff going on that isn't pertinent to the blog that has caused some setbacks to this goal, mostly financial, obviously. But when a gallbladder gone rogue makes me spend the last day of a conference mini vacation in the ER, things get personal. The pain was so sudden, and so crushing I was certain I was the Wicked Witch of the West and a house had been dropped on me. I have an appointment with a surgeon in two weeks, and while the thought of another attack is terrifying, so is the thought of another surgery and recovery (and hospital bills). At the moment, even if I felt well enough to climb a ladder to work, I'm too afraid to do so. And just mowing the lawn wipes me out, let alone entertaining a 7 month old all day.
To top things off, when we got home there were two violation notices waiting for us (that time of the year again). One being for having things on the side porch (well, duh, I do all my work there you idiots), and the especially aggravating one, for unsanitary yard conditions. The thing of it is, I had mowed, weeded, pruned and planted the day before the supposed inspection! If I had been a better blogger I'd have had pictures to prove it. But alas....
And to think that I had only gotten one week into painting season...