I'm not sure when I last had a week as crappy as this one has been. My house got broken into in the early hours of Monday morning and my laptop and 3G modem were stolen, along with the watch I'd bought David for his birthday in our last year in Dubai and his cellphone.
On the one hand, I'm telling myself I should just be glad that they didn't hurt anyone and they didn't clean us out entirely.
On the other, I'm fuming at the nerve of these people, breaking into my home and casually helping themselves to our stuff.
Sure, they took relatively little. But the idea that that's something I should be grateful for makes my blood boil. What the fuck were they doing in my house, taking ANY of my stuff in any case?!
Throw in lots of very cold, very wet weather, a painful battle to get insurance claims sorted (i.e. simply getting to SEND the bloody forms in) and arrangements made for a new internet access alternative, and all the usual shit that goes along with trying to make up the damage, and Mama is a very fucking unhappy MeeA.
I dunno. I kind of feel like my unhappiness is disproportionate to the magnitude of this week's events, that I should be getting over it already and moving along. But I'm just so fucking angry! And everything just seems too much to deal with and I find myself losing my temper over stupid little things and wanting to cry all the time. And just generally being completely demotivated and not-arsed to do anything. It's all just too much hassle.
And don't even get me started on the stuff that matters!
So yeah, I've kind of been hiding out in my little hole again and not saying much.
Here's hoping things look better next week.