Thank God it's Monday?

Strange title, I know, but this weekend has been pretty tough and I can honestly say I'm a little glad to see it go. First of all, it rained all weekend. Rain is good, but it always depresses me a bit. Plus, it made us have to push back our pest control guy from spraying our yard for fleas! We've had a few fleas pop up on our little furbabies since we fostered that fluffy puff marshmallow a couple months ago and I.Do.Not.Like.Fleas.

I spent most of Saturday and some of Sunday cleaning out our (fully converted) garage. As I was cleaning and consolidating some boxes, I realized that at some point in time, one of the far corners - outside wall - had gotten water on it. Naturally I freak out and even more naturally my husband tries to calm me down. I called our water detective (aka "Dad") and he helped us try to figure it out. So far, we think it could be from a wall unit air conditioner (which does not get used often - right now, the "garage" is basically our storage room), our standing freezer, or from the outside. After a couple of experiments, we're thinking it is probably not coming in from outside, but we're not completely sure yet. *sigh* Talk about stress. Now I want to start knocking down the walls and checking for mold. Can we say over-reacting?

Friday and Sunday I was reminded yet again how much of a failure I am as a woman as the single lines on my HPTs glared back at me, taunting me. Such evil things, those single lines are. Three weeks ago I was ready to abandon all hope of ever having a child of my own blood (I want to adopt someday whether I ever give birth or not) then hope started to creep back in. I'm not so sure that hope is a good thing since the higher your hopes are, the more it hurts when they come crashing down on you. You know you've been trying to conceive for too long when you're sitting in the middle of a restaurant and a couple with a young son and teeny tiny newborn sit next to you and you spend the rest of your visit there trying not to bawl.

Sunday I found out that my grandmother is back in the hospital - this time with a blood infection. An infection which would otherwise not be that big of a deal for a healthy person got into her blood and became serious since her immune system is compromised due to the chemo she has been on. Please keep her (Jane) in your prayers. I also found out today that a friend/former co-worker's mother was in a pretty serious car accident. Thankfully she walked away from it with just some broken ribs and a few other injuries, but had there been someone in the passenger seat, that person may not have survived. My friend's young daughter was almost in that passenger seat! Thank the Lord for mother's intuition (or in this case, I think the Holy Spirit).

So I'm sad, I'm tired, I'm worried (and of course a little thankful) and I'm very glad that tomorrow is a new day. Let's just hope that the new day brings better news.