# of dental appointments: 1. Same goes for the # of very expensive and totally avoidable dental appointments. If only one could purchase extra brain in the same way one could purchase another tooth bonding, so that one could avoid that another tooth bonding.
# of peanuts in one (old) Weight Watchers point: 13. How do I know? Yes, I am baaack.
# of times found my lost work ID: 1. This is just embarrassing because I have to ask my boss to sign off on getting a new one. Again.
# of audits going on at work: 1, but trust me more than plenty. In addition to beginning of the year/tax/closing of affiliates stuff.
# of nights staying late at work: 4 (Yay for being shabbat-observant.) Same goes for number of nights had to forgo checking and doing kids' homework. Can't wait for teachers' phone calls, at least from those who care.
# of healthy home made suppers served to kids despite coming home late: 6, including home made pizza and home made bread.
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# of time burned myself making those suppers: every effing time. No kidding.
# of suppers the kids said they truly enjoyed: 1, when husband baked fish sticks. Not homemade and/or healthy. Just to clarify.
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# of laundry baskets with clean clothes still unsorted: 4 (we are actually branching out to garbage bags. On the other hand, fishing out needed items is just the right kind of entertainment we all need in the morning rush hour.)
# of fights with SubHub: 3, I think.
# of times broke down crying in front of own house: 1 (2 - is the number of neighbors who witnessed this. )
# of times I asked myself why I made a resolution to be furiously happy and not angrily miserable or perpetually overwhelmed because everyone knows that resolutions are made to not be kept: every waking minute and some sleeping minutes too.
But when I thought about my resolution, I decided to look for positive things in my life. Health! Vision! I still had my vision. Near-sighted, but still, vision. Smell, I still had the sense of smell! Umm, no, not with that lingering cold, I didn't. Taste. Yeah, my extra pounds could attest to my healthy sense of taste. Extra pounds that could lead to diabetes, heart disease and premature death. And cancer, how could I forget cancer? Who was I kidding? I am Jewish, and as such cannot talk about health in a positive light. We practically invented hypochondria and passed it down from generation to generation from Mount Sinai together with our tradition. Come to think of it, we might have been more successful in passing down hypochondria.
Relationships! I must concentrate on relationships! Except for the one with husband because he totally deserved what he got and if he didn't, will deserve it very shortly.
Decided to take a break from this post, call my folks and complain about hard week at work, not complain about hard week at home and hint at kids' ingratitude. Only to find Mom sounding very weak and Dad breaking the news that Mom's really bad to begin with cancer was getting worse.
# of times I wish it weren't true - infinity.
P.S. The post was written before I found out how bad things were getting. Except for the last paragraph. Part of me wondered whether I should post it. Or whether I should post the last paragraph. Maybe, in light of the news, I should alter something, change things around. And then I thought that it's things like this, dwelling on minutiae of life, that are partially making me miserable at times. So I decided not to overthink and publish things as they were. After all, it is my life and that's how it goes: one minute you are writing a, hopefully, funny post about every day annoyances and next minute you get really bad news.)