Anyone experience a phenomenon known as "the f***ening' lately? It's when things are going great, then suddenly things take a hard left turn and go not great.
Don't get me wrong, life is mostly pretty good but man, little things can sure add up.
Last week I passed a class that took forever to get through. I figure this is great, I'll get caught up on the weekend, spend time with my family for once, it'll be great. Hell maybe I'll even get a brew in sometime this weekend.
Saturday morning comes along, first thing SWMBO wakes up pissed because she got eaten alive by some bug that was apparently in our room. She swears its bed bugs, I say it was probably a mosquito and move on with my day, which mostly entailed long neglected yardwork, then spending the evening playing with my son and getting dinner on the table. All in all, not bad. Dead ass tired at the end of it, but that's how you know it was a day well spent right?
Wife refuses to sleep in the bed, still convinced of bed bugs. No problem for me, I'm ready for sleep anyway. I wake up late, no time for a typical morning brew. No problem again. Wife wants to take kid to her parent's place for lunch, so I've got time to clean and sneak a quick brew in. Was able to get my chores done, and squeeze in 5 gallons of Biermuncher's Centennial Blonde. Managed to get dinner on the table again, all in all, pretty good day. My face hurts a bit for some reason, and I got eaten alive by mosquitoes while manning the grill, but its still warm here in the south, so nothing out of the ordinary. Wife still is convinced of bed bugs, so Mrs. Goodness takes the couch. No big deal, I'll take the bed and reflect on what ended up being a pretty great weekend.
Then Monday rears its ugly head. Started off with my damn face oozing. Turns out I managed to somehow get contact dermatitis doing yard work. Not sure if it was poison ivy or just some other weird allergic reaction. Huge bummer, had to bandage my face. I looked like I just stepped off of the set of a bad "The Mummy" remake. It happens, not the end of the world.
I get home from work, put the kid to bed, pretty standard weeknight. Kid is officially asleep, wife says "hey let's take a closer look at the box spring." She's still convinced about this f***ing bed bugs. We looked at the mattress this weekend, but at least this will put the whole thing to rest. I move the mattress, stand the box spring up on its edge, and let her do her thing. I'm standing there, balancing the thing, wondering about how my Steelers are going to do tonight. Suddenly she says "there they are."
Turns out we do, in fact, have bed bugs. The short version is we're pretty sure we brought them back from the beach. We were able to kill everything we saw with a steamer. It looks like it's concentrated, conveniently in her corner (good thing too, because if it were mine I certainly wouldn't have thought to look for bed bugs). We only found the smaller ones, no adults so I'm optimistic it hasn't gotten to a huge problem yet, but we'll wait and see what the exterminator says.
Anyway, that's my "the f***ening" story. I sit here with my face 80% rash, wondering if it'll be cheaper to just burn the house down, hoping a 17 point advantage is enough to give their Steelers in the winner's column.
EDIT: Make that a 10 point advantage. If the rest of the day is any indication, I should probably just call it a day.