Right now, I just want to curl up in a little ball and cry.

Over the weekend, my knee started getting worse. And here I was thinking that progress was being made. On Friday night it hurt so bad (and wouldn't support any weight) and I was back to using crutches. I was able to wean myself back onto a cane over the weekend. This morning I called an orthopedic surgeon. *sigh* I don't want to see a doctor, but I'm going to have to. My knee now hurts worse and can barely support any weight. Plus, in some positions (like in bed) everything goes numb from my toes to my knee. I have an appointment a week from this Wednesday. From what I said on the phone, they think I have a torn ACL (or something like that) and will in all probability need surgery. I'm trying not to get my hopes down too much, nothing is set in stone and I won't know anything for sure until it's examined.

Gabriel almost started an electrical fire today. He got over to something plugged in the wall before I could get to him. There was the smell of burning and a puff of black smoke. The item that was plugged in is burnt and the plug is mangled. The electrical outlet is black. The circuit breaker popped and I'm not turning it back on. I don't know if there's still metal in there and I don't know if it's safe to turn it back on. Gabriel and I are fine. So, right now I have no phone access. The power that's off controls our main phone base. My cell phone is almost out of juice from other calls I needed to make.

And, as the icing on the fucking cake from hell, wasps are coming into our balcony again. I'm deathly allergic to them if I'm stung and I don't know if Gabriel is allergic yet. If one of those things gets in and stings me while the phone isn't working, then I'm a dead woman.

Nice day, huh? Needless to say, I'm hysterically crying.

I'm not going to ask if things can get worse, because I happen to know that no matter how bad things are, it can always get worse.

However, there is some good. Gabriel read his first word today! My baby is two years and two months old and starting to read! I'm so proud! He walked over to the vacuum cleaner and said "H-O-O-V-E-R... hhhhoooooovvvveeerrr". He said each of the letters and then phoenitically read the word. Holy crap, this kid is amazing. He then told me that the doorknob was a circle.

There was also something funny. I was eating some baby carrots for breakfast this morning, and Gabriel kept telling me not to eat them because they were made out of pee-pee. I kept telling him that they were carrots, and he kept insisting that it was pee-pee. Can you tell that this kid is not a veggie eater? Thank god for Juicy Juice Harvest Surprise!

I didn't have any time to be on here over the weekend, so let me do a quickie weekend update.

On Saturday we did errands. We made a run to a bookstore so that I could pick up the latest Consumer Reports book on cars. We went to Babies R Us for diapers. We went to Menard's for a screwdriver. And then we went to the grocery store for our weekly shopping.

Sunday was all about more errands. We went back to the outlet mall so that I could get some shorts for Gabriel. I also ran into the Crocs store to see if they had the cool Tigger shoes in stock (they don't, so I'll be getting those on line). We also made a Babies R Us run for more baby proofing supplies.

As for today, well, it sucks. I'm in the middle of trying to do laundry, but am too worried about Gabriel doing something else that I have one load sitting dry in the dryer, another sitting wet in the washer, and yet another that still needs to be done.

Now, if you'll excuse me I think I'll go have a pity party over the fact that my knee is killing me (and I'll probably need surgery), that we almost had a house fire, that there's no power in one area of the house, that I have no phone access, and that my screened in balcony is filling up with wasps.

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