Breakdown!

You know there comes a moment when you think the universe just has it out for you. M. and I have been feeling like that lately.

It started last week when M. and I finally were home together and it wasn't after 8 pm so we decided to put together the new portable crib we'd bought for our little crawler, only to find it was cracked and broken in three places. It appears that the warning on the cardboard box that states "For Baby Do Not Drop" was flagrantly ignored.

Then Monday night. M., who is one of the most responsible human beings on the planet, did something that I would have expected from ME, not her. She washed her cell phone. No, not a bath. Washed in the washing machine.

Wednesday came around and M. decided to go to our support group because she and Finn had been having a really tough morning. She got into the car...it wouldn't start.

Then...the housekeeper showed up and cleaned the house. Right before she finished, our really nice expensive awesome kick-ass vacuum...stopped working.

And during this whole thing, four lightbulbs burnt out. Do you know how insurmountable it feels to change a freakin' light bulb when you have a baby who now takes only three to four short cat naps compared to his previous six to seven and you never see your wife? Pretty close to asking us to climb Mt. Everest.

OH MY GOD!

Everything in our house is freakin' breaking down.

The story doesn't end too badly. Because the phone is less than a year old, by one month, we only have to pay $50 to replace it. We had the car towed back to the mechanic and the car trouble turned out to be a bolt they hadn't tightened properly two weeks earlier when they replaced the starter. The vacuum repair won't cost anything which is one of the benies of shelling out a crap-load of moola on a vacuum. The crib is our last outstanding issue, and I'm going to exchange it at Babies-R-Hell tomorrow.

But the lightbulbs are still out. Oh, and did I mention the dryer vent that fell down...