Where the hell is my pot of gold?

Oh I am sorry my one dear and loyal reader, but I have nothing good to say today....it will instead be a blog of complaining, however I really hope to return to a more optimistic viewpoint tomorrow.

We drove to NC on Saturday to see my parents, the visit was OK except that I was so very sick the last night there and did not get to go with my kids to get ice cream, which is all I wanted to do that day, and the Rita's there was closed.

We then left yesterday to drive home with the two smallest kids, the girls were staying on a few extra days, and after being so sick, not eating all morning, I was a wreck by the time we finally stopped to eat at 2:30...however the food we had was pretty good at some random restaurant we found.

Made it home in decent time, kids were good on the ride and I about keeled over when I walked in the door from the stench.  Now we had left the dog under the care of our sitter, who was coming to let her out, however something went awry and the dog peed and pooped all over the WHITE living room rug.  The smell was awful and I am not sure the carpet can be saved.  We steam cleaned it last night, but I am not sure it is going to work.  Just what I did not want to have to do, buy new carpet.

While I was waiting for Ry to bring the industrial steam cleaner from the store, I found a letter in our mail from the mortgage company.  To put it mildly, we were screwed a few years back in a refinance, and we are still being screwed now...and they have upped their screwiness in recent months but we are trapped in this house until the market improves or we become independently wealthy, and I am starting to believe that both of these are sumply never going to happen. I am fighting them now on their shenanigans, and will go to the top of the line if needed, but it is stressful when your husband is facing a layoff and they are screwing you around and you are doing all the right things.  Damn them, I will make sure they fix THEIR mistake so it doesn't keep making a mess of my credit!

So that is it in a nutshell, I am a wreck since I cannot look for new work until the baby is born, Ryan may be laid off today, tomorrow, next month or never, the housing market bites and my mortgage company is staffed by incompetent idiots and my rug still smells like pee.  I think I will go make cookies now.