When It Rains, It Pours

NOTE: I must apologize in advance for how incredibly whiny this post is. It has an uber complaining tone to it. Maybe it's just because it's Monday and I'm feeling exhausted, but I needed to get it all out.

When it Rains, It Pours
This common saying fits my life perfectly right now. Actually, it fits the whole month of July and August to a perfect T.

It has been raining for quite some time now. Pouring to be exact. So much that I feel like I can't breathe.

Just to give you a little idea of how crazy my life is right now, I'm going to complain. A lot.

I can't believe it is the end of July. Better yet, it's almost August. Does anyone else feel like summer just started? Seriously? Where did it go?

Brian and I have been out of town every weekend since July 4 and will continue to be until our first free weekend on August 14. That's 6 weekends in a row. Don't get me wrong, I love that we planned all these fun weekend trips with friends and are staying busy with exciting adventures, weddings and other events, but I simply cannot keep up with the home life.

Our master bathroom is so disgustingly dirty right now, I was embarrassed when a friend stopped by last week. It is that bad. I am scared to see how much dog hair our vacuum would pick up because it has been that long since I turned on the Bissell.

FYI, I am a total neat freak. I can't stand things to be dirty. There is definitely something wrong if the house isn't clean. Luckily, Jakey Boy received a bath last night. Up until then, he was receiving mexican baths. AKA, getting sprayed with Febreeze and then rolling around on the carpet like a freak trying to get it off of him. He hates the mexi-baths.

For the past three weeks, I have worked way too many hours for my own good. It's weeks like these I wish I was paid hourly. I had two important proposals due with very tight deadlines. I was also dealing with other work-related issues that I will choose not to exploit on the world wide web. All this, coupled with extreme stress. My job rarely stresses me out beyond belief, and last week was one of them. I have never cried over work. Can't say that anymore. Thank God this week is going to be stress free at work.

I am starting to get really nervous about this Triathlon this weekend. Whose idea was this!? I know I did it last year and know what to expect, but really, it aint going to be easy.

More to complain about in reference to the home life: The long never-ending list of home improvements.  I can't stand that some of these items have been on the list for more than a year. Finish the trim, install trim border around master bath mirror, hammer in nails that are popping out of our walls then spackle and repaint over them, the list goes on and on...

I should probably refer to the list as a honey-do list. Let's be real here, Brian mostly takes care of anything involving a hammer, drill or paint. Not because I don't like to paint. Because I don't do a good enough job for him. He is super particular. I got banned after we painted our guest bedroom.

To top it all off, I am sitting here at my desk with a damn ThermaCare self-adhesive, disposable heat wrap on my lower back. Yep, my back hurts that bad from water skiing over the weekend. I am like an old freakin woman. It hurts to walk, sit down, bend over or lift anything. Lucky for me, I had some leftover ThermaCare pads from my neck injury to use this morning.

So could August 6 just get here already? I am greatly anticipating this weekend for two reasons. One, it's my last out of town weekend and I can finally get back to relaxed home life, and more importantly, it's a bachelorette party lake weekend with all the girls! Should be full of shenanigans and too much fun as usual.

Two weeks later, I'm off to the Big Apple for a girls trip. I can't wait.