Perhaps it took us too long to get our lawn cut after we moved in, because I’m starting to wonder if one of the neighbors put a hex on us or something. Let me share the evidence - all of this, with the exception of my trip down the stairs, has occurred in the past 76 hours.

Exhibit A

See that butt-ugly medieval torture device-styled chandelier? I swear, I don’t know what the previous owners of this house were thinking sometimes. Nothing quite like sitting down to dinner and immediately being reminded of people on the rack or hanging from the dungeon ceiling by their toenails. Anyway, see the nice looking prongs protruding from the bottom? Yeah. Banged my head on that after having to stand and reach across the table for something.

Exhibit B

See my butt-ugly, bloody toe? Yeah, did that pulling a new stroller out of a box.

Exhibit C

I was called 2 hours after dropping Sam off at his new summer camp program because he was so upset that he couldn’t calm himself down. Nothing like that has EVER happened with him before. I’ve pulled him out of the program. And now I get to have both kids with me…all day…every day…for every moment…of every day…for the rest of the summer… not to mention the fact that it was emotionally exhausting and very hard on both of us.

Exhibit D

Remember when I was all excited about us finally getting life insurance? Yeah, well turns out I was DENIED a policy based on something that happened with my heart after Sam was born, something that I have no symptoms for, don’t need medication for, and have been told repeatedly by cardiologists that it is perfectly under control and that I am healthy. Yeah, denied. In addition, the bloodwork we had done for our application showed that Hubby had some sort of liver problem. So he scrambled around trying to get a doctor appointment and in the meantime did a bunch of research that led him to believe he had liver cancer or gall stones. And then when he met with our doctor learned that it was most likely a false test based on the rest of the bloodwork results and considering the fact that the tech who came to our house was TOTALLY INCOMPETENT. Still, not something you want to wonder about for 24 hours. And did I mention I was denied?

Exhibit E

My slippage on the stairs. And I realize this bruise is not impressive at all, but bear in mind that this photo was taken 11 DAYS later. This is what it looks like now. And also bear in mind that you are not seeing a photo of my butt-ugly butt…heh heh…

Exhibit F

Then there’s the Maki incident, of course. And he is home now, by the way, and thank you all for your kind words. He is actually much more lively than I’d expected him to ever be again. We’ve been told a year would be great, but it could be days, weeks, or months. Here he is enjoying and contemplating life.

So what do you think? Hexed or what? What is UP, Dude?!