3 months of holy hell in a hand bag.
In my many years on this planet....
I have been on fire
I have been through a messy divorce
I have had a very tumultuous relationship with the man that is my father
I have spent a night or two behind bars of iron
I have witnessed the death of my brother
But I have never had a 3 month period kick my butt like the last 3 months have done.
I just can't explain everything that has happened, but from losing my phone, my computer breaking, getting daughter ready to go to USC (only to change her mind and go to a different school), to working a "re-merch" in a different city (for work) and being gone for weeks at a time, to fighting a family of squirrels that decided they enjoy my attic as a living space more than the great outdoors, to wife's car dying and buying a new one, to eldest daughter going through he separation (from a guy I like, sadly), to helping my mom move ... again, to my car breaking (yes a month after the mrs.), to leak in my roof (from squirrels?), to ... ya know ... life.
It has just been non-stop hit after hit after hit.
I have had no time to sit and just enjoy ... anything.
They say bad things come in threes, I hope that 3 was the past "3" months.
All good now ... I hope.
