You know you are having a bad week in the Suburbs when:
You brag to your Doctor that headache wise, you are doing okay! You don’t need any further medication or intervention. Only to be brought to your knees the very next day by a migraine that was clearly intended to punish you for every evil act you have ever committed in your lifetime. Headaches suck.
You spend an hour in the Grocery Store with your SweetGirl grabbing everything you need for a successful and healthy week ahead. One very full cart, and lengthy check out later, you discover you left your wallet at home on the kitchen counter??? Who does that? This girl! Not embarrassing at all. (written in sarcasm font) FYI the grocery store will hold your giant ass cart full of groceries for you while you bust a mover back to your house and grab your over used debit card to pay for your purchases. They don’t want to put away all your crap anymore then you do.
You decide enough is enough and it is time to clean up your house! Only to hurt your back lifting boxes you clearly should not have been lifting. Hmm Perhaps that is why those boxes have ben sitting in said hallway for three weeks. Too heavy for this Sassy Mama.
You finally admit defeat and hire a pool guy to come and fix the dreaded pool. One broken pump, and hot weather has left the thing a big old swampy mess that you just can’t seem to get control over. What do you get in return? A pool dude who works on the pool for about two hours, then just walks away? Yep. He threw his hands in the air too! Left the backwash hose out on the lawn, the filters on the concrete and the vacuum right in the pool. Pool Dude Fail. No how am I going to get my
tan swim on?
Just another fabulous week in the Suburbs. Who’s got the wine?