Today I, Jennifer Rae Powell, broke my tooth while eating Lebanese food. Honestly. Why was there a seed in my hummus? I don’t know. Seeds don’t belong in hummus, yet there was one in this batch.
Sometimes, I just have to ask, "Why?"
I mean, as if I don’t have enough to stress about, this has to go and happen.
I have been patient with the water leaks in our apartment, which are going to cause someone to come and rip the walls out, leaving a tore up home for probably months. Not to mention that Justin will need to do all the French translation and insurance dealings to get this fixed.
I have been semi-patient with not having internet service during a time in my life where it is very important for me to be in touch with family and friends.
I was finally feeling okay and content with the baby being eight days late (so far).
I have been patient with my impatient husband whose computer crashed (lost all his info on the computer) and then broke his Ipod.
I haven’t lost it with the information from our organization stating that we have a huge goal of raising a LOT of money before the first of this coming year, maybe not getting paid our full salary during the first two months of our new baby’s life. Great time to see if we can live off of less salary.
I feel like I have handled my sciatic nerve problems like a champion, still walking to cafes and trying my best not to complain.
But this. The tooth. Something is going to throw me over the edge one of these days. This could very well be it. Why? Why the tooth as well!?!? Why now?
So I can’t get it fixed until a couple weeks after the baby is born. That is what the dentist says. It disgusts me and I am grossed out at the fact that I swallowed the broken part of my tooth. Sick. And it tastes like death. It is sharp and pointy too. Gross.
Sorry all my posts are complainy, but I just don’t know what else to write about. After all, this blog is called, "All my ish." That is what you are getting, my ish. And boy, is there a lot of it right now!