Taking on water...

Generally I run a pretty tight ship. With a supertrucker hubster who is away a lot and four small people to care for it's the only way to keep us all afloat.

But lately we seem to have sprung a small leak.

It started when the hubsters F-Truck (out of the gutter, it stands for F150) needed a bigzillion dollars worth of work done. Safety is important, we got it fixed and were grateful we had the $ needed to fix it.

Then my washing machine started carrying on like I don't know what. Beeping and violently spurting water and behaving like the ten year old she nearly is. A family our size NEEDS a reliable washing machine! I'm just so grateful my parents live around the corner and we've been able to use their facilities while we work out what's what.

And then I forgot how to read a calendar. It's purple casual clothes day at my kids' school today. I wrote it on the calendar and the weekly planner on the fridge. We were running late this morning, pulled up at school and guess what my kids weren't wearing? Dashed home and changed the girl. Boy refused to wear a purple hairtie around his wrist and had no purple clothing so sulked and then decided to wear his uniform. Bolted back to school and watched them walk in... my preppie girl's first late pass. So proud.

So no huge deal right? But here's the thing, I'm a systems junkie. And my systems rely on other systems to keep us above water. So when one goes, it's like a chain reaction until I'm running entirely on caffeine.

Well I have had enough.

Fail whale you are not welcome! You may not sink this ship!

Here's what's gonna happen.

I will have a washing machine repair person out and our machine will be fixed easily and cheaply.

The F-truck will be fabulous forever after. The 80's are in man, get with the program!

The hubster's fubared iPhone will be replaced with no dramas at all and no more stress about it.

I will remember how to read and be right on top of all the stuff my kids have coming up.

And I will cuddle my kids all the time because at the end of the day, who cares about the rest of it as long as my family is okay?