OMG, you guys. Have you ever been so unamused that you Just. Can’t. Even? Yeah, that’s me right now. And while I am grateful to admit these are all petty, first world problems, I’m pretty much out of alrighty thens. Because even “petty” starts to WRECK YOUR SOUL after a while.
First, my computer angst. I woke Sunday morning to a dead battery and absolute panic. For some reason I made this discovery at six a.m. (I am SO not a morning person), so I spent the next 2.5 hours before church googling what could be wrong. Near the end of that time period, I remembered that I also charge my kindle on the same cord, so I plugged in the kindle and nothing. Which was a huge relief. I borrowed a kindle charger from one of the kids and it charges slowly.
In the meantime, my 2.5 hours of sleepy research indicated Office Depot had a replacement charger, so I went there after church. $42 later, I find it doesn’t work as promised. I made the sales guy raise his hand and do-so-solemnly-swear it would work, and still nothing. ARGH. Consider it returned, and ohbytheway I got one on Amazon for $12. So there. (I know the one on Amazon works because I ordered it once before, then broke it when I tripped over the cord.) Charger will be here today, which is convenient because I have 40k words to write by the end of the month. SIGH.
Also on the list of fatalities for the week has been my daughter’s cell phone screen. She dropped the phone – less than two months old, mind you – and the screen cracked. I spent ten minutes of my life that I’ll never get back giving her “the lecture” and reminding her that all phone replacements are on her. Then, since the crack was just at the very bottom corner, I got some super glue to dab on the chip to keep moisture out. When I peeled up the screen protector, I learned the crack was limited to that. It’s a really thick one, so I get the mistake. It was a relief, although she had the nerve to MOM! me when my peeling up of the screen protector made the crack bigger. COULD YOU JUST NOT EVEN…oh, never mind. #teenagers (Side vent: how is it she’s turning 17 in two weeks? I thought *I* was still around 17. Oh…nevermind.)
Also, the washing machine just periodically stares instead of washing. Betcha can’t make me. We are a family of eight. Laundry must happen. Daily.
Throw in two phones that don’t charge very well after the last android update and, well, if you need me I’ll just be in the fetal position somewhere. Dark corner, maybe. But first this month there’s end of year testing for the kids, two of the kids have birthday parties (two weekends in a row, yes), I have tens of thousands of words to write, and ohbytheway, I have three upcoming releases to finalize. So maybe I should save that fetal position thing for later, because I’m going to need it.
And at this rate, so will everyone around me.
ABOUT SARAH BALLANCE
Sarah Ballance is a multi-published author of contemporary, historical, and supernatural romance and romantic suspense. She’s been married to her own romantic hero for what he calls a “long, long time” (and no, he’ll never hear the end of saying that). Together they have six children … and clearly too much time on their hands. She currently writes for Entangled Publishing.