What a pissah!*

*pisser. As in doozie...whopper....one helluva week*

Last week sucked. It seemed like the bombing in Boston and the explosion in West Texas were just the culmination of a lot of sucketage. And not just for the victims and survivors, but so many of the people I know in both the blogoshpere and the real world. It was just a hard, nasty black hole of suck.

My kids all had the week off from school. Which normally would make for a happy time, but this week was just not good timing. My husband had surgery on Wednesday, which was the cause of most of the internal and personal sucketage. (not to be compared to the greater suck which was external and shared with the world). His surgery was a minor hernia repair, but it wasn't so minor that he didn't need watchful care and nurturing pretty much around the clock for several days. I felt like I wasn't doing enough for either my kids, the dog, or my husband. He is a very good patient, but it was stressful trying to keep the house quiet so he could get needed rest, or to keep the dog out of the bedroom so as not to jump on the bed - or him! When I was outside with the dog I was afraid he would need to get out of bed. And the kids were stressed because they knew their Dad was hurt and they couldn't help. This was all an aside to the horrible bombing and the aftermath. My husband's extended family, his aunt, uncle, 4 cousins and all of their children, live in the greater Boston area, as well as friends of ours who live in Watertown. Upstairs in our bedroom, the TV was on grinding the same bits of news over and over. Downstairs on my laptop my friend was running commentary on the state of fear that had overtaken their town. It was hard to try and keep our kids happy in their little bubbles of playdough molding Wii playing ceiling fan drawing innocence. I wanted to take them and the dog and just fly kites and blow bubbles, but even that wasn't enjoyable because even the weather was raw, rainy, and full of suck.

So far, this week has been an improvement. They caught the bomber, the sun is shining, my kids are back to school and my husband is back at work. Lets hope that we don't see a week like this ever again.