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It's been one of those weeks.  You know, the kind of week that you find yourself wishing every minute for the weekend to arrive and hoping that your sanity will hold out.  And your life seems more like a surreal scene from a movie (or at least a bloopers real) than reality.  And stuff just keeps piling up or the water keeps rising or whatever other cliche you want to use.

Someone pass me a snorkel.  I'm drowning here.

In second grade.

And even though I've already passed second grade (and have the report card to prove it), I'm sweating through the homework with Jacob every night.  For two hours.  In Spanish.  TGTNHF-- Thank God there's no homework on Fridays.

As if that wasn't enough, my camera broke.  So I drove it to the repair shop in north San Diego, but, of course, it was raining that day, which meant that people could only drive 9 mph-- on the interstate.  I swear people in California drive in the rain like people in the South drive in the snow.  It made Andrew mad, and he screamed at them the last half of the way.  Unfortunately, only I could hear him. So here I am without a camera and having to admit that Chris was right all along for only buying me cheap cameras.  That's the part that really sucks.

You know what else?  Someone broke my glasses.  We taped them up Harry Potter style, but I still couldn't get my broom to fly.  Abracadabra. 

Then, our internet and phone were shut off because someone snuck that bill into Chris's mailbox two months ago and "when was [he] supposed to have time to pay it?"  How dare they spring that on him like that a measly two months ago.  The man needs some notice, people. 

Oh, and let's not forget periodic fever syndrome. It struck again, just two weeks after Andrew's last fever and one week after Benjy's.  For three days Andrew was like the Human Torch, except without all the really cool superpowers.  I just wish I could be the Invisible Woman.

But even though Andrew had a fever of 104.5 on Wednesday, Jacob still had to make it to his religion class in California or the teachers would go all Sister Mary Stigmata from Blues Brothers on him and beat him with rulers.  Driving Jacob was the only time that day that I wasn't holding Andrew.

To top it all off, we lost power.  Actually all of southern California and most of Baja California, Mexico lost power.  Some dude in Arizona is supposedly to blame, but I think it reeks of conspiracy.  I'm still waiting for Bruce Willis to start blowing stuff up and thwarting the first phase of a fire sale attack.  Yippee-ki-yay...

The way I see it, this week will wrap itself up in one of three ways:

1.  Zombies will attack, and everyone we know will try to eat our faces.

2.  California will fall into the ocean, and the earth will come to an end.

3.  I'll fall madly in love with the annoying male lead, and birds will sing, and we'll ride off into the sunset on a lawnmower.

Well, number 3 is taken care of-- just as soon as I round up a lawnmower.