Summer of Suck

This summer was going to be AWESOME! It was going to RULE! I had everything in place months beforehand. Even with the divorce in April, I still felt I had it TOGETHER. My mom had rented a house out west for us three kids and we were all going to get together for the first time in AT LEAST 12 years. BlogHer in August. I had even found a babysitter for the kids, which is usually the hardest part of the having the kids out of the school. I. WAS. SET.

MY. LIFE. IS. SHIT.

First, my ex screwed me over on the bills. So when I was moving I had to pay two fulls months of bills for TWO places. His thought was “I haven’t lived there in two weeks, I shouldn’t have to pay.” It put me behind in the worst time, right when I was trying to get stuff on track. Maybe ‘screwed me over’ isn’t the right word, our divorce has been nothing if not civil. Perhaps, unhelpful is a better word. It was a small bump in the road, a small bump that was magnified by all of the other financial duties of divorce. (And, in case you can’t tell, I am TERRIBLE with financial stuff, awful, terrible, just crap.)

Next, my daughter was in a swimming class that went terribly wrong. I have been debating for a while whether or not to write about it. And in case I decide to, I will let you know that it will be post filled with lots of four letter words and hate. Essentailly one of the coaches was AN ASS to my daughter. I still smolder over that.

Then I lost the babysitter. She had a very close friend die, and there were no hard feelings when she said she could no longer babysit. But what we didn’t know was that she had mono, and because my daughter STILL picks up random cups and drinks out of them, she now has mono. She sleeps 12-16 hours a day. It’s freaking AWFUL.

Next, I had to give up on the idea of going out west to see my mom and siblings. No money.

I may have to give up my idea of going to BlogHer. Same reason.

I am having trouble getting my company off the ground, because, you guessed it, same reason.

There have been some bright spots- my trip to The Daily Show, a momzshare event coming up, a successful event for the Baltimore Social Media Club.

But, for all intents and purposes, I am calling this season THE SUMMER OF SUCK.

  • Holly B

    Im sorry your summer is le suck – but its not over yet… and who knows? It could turn around. Hoping for you, it does.

  • http://twitter.com/xtremeparnthood Sunday Stilwell

    Ugh. I am so sorry Amy. I agree with Holly that the summer is not over yet and perhaps there is a silver lining out there. Don't give up hope!

  • amydpp

    Thank you, and if summer continues to suck. Here's hoping Autumn is better.

  • amydpp

    Thank you soooo much, I feel better after having wrote it. Or maybe it's just all of you guys' comment love. Kisses!

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  • http://www.mybottlesup.com nic @mybottlesup

    dude…

    that's all i got. cuz all of the above blows a goat sack.

  • http://www.pajamasandcoffee.com/ @marymac

    dude, autumn always kicks summer's ass. do you have a hotel room at blogher already? because it would really suck for you not to be able to go!! i am fingers-crossed for your biz plan/loan deal to work out so you can be the coolest small biz owner EVAH! hang in there. like they say- when you are at the end of your rope, tie a knot and HANG ON, mama!!

    xoxo

  • http://twitter.com/subWOW I'm not Rosie!

    Sorry for what you have gone thru. You went to the Daily Show! That counts for something, right?

  • amydpp

    It counts FOR A LOT, and I had a great time. So I'm just holding on that memory! :)

  • amydpp

    You always know what to say to cheer me up, and it's usually “Need a refill?”

  • amydpp

    Sing it with me: Fall iz a comin', Fall iz a comin'

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