We spent the year trying to recover from the 5 months of unemployment I had last year. As much as I love my job, it pays 12K less than my last one.
In January, someone smashed in my car window and stole a bag with all my swim gear (pull buoy, flippers, speedo endurance fabric pink camouflage swim suit). Insurance didn't cover it the window, swim gear, or very cool swim suit I got to wear once.
A month later, Someone kicked in our front door and stole two tvs (including the BIG one), a blue ray player, and Baboo's laptop. Insurance covered some of it.
I had panic attacks, and problems with depression, and woke up crying for no reason, and felt sick to my stomach for no reason, and didn't want to go out and run, for no reason.
That was the first quarter of the year.
The winter dragged on, long, cold and wet, and after breathing a final sigh of relief in late April, we put in plants, and on May 1 winter hammered us one last time and killed them all.
I was accused of academic dishonesty, which has been resolved, but will delay my graduation.
What started out as "it's just a simple misunderstanding, Mom" dragged on throughout the year until I received a text on my phone, "I've accepted a plea deal" in october, and then a phone call in late December when my youngest called to tell me they were taking him to Quantico. (No more details on that - that's all you get.)
The oven stopped working.
The cooktop is on the fritz.
The dog won't stop chasing the cat.
My legs work, my brain works, and there's anti-depressants. I have my health, an education, a Sweet Baboo, and a crockpot and toaster oven. And the world's best dog. Everything after that is gravy. I also know, from posting Facebutt, that many, many other people had some sucky 2010s as well.
So welcome, 2011, bring your cheer.
2010: Don't let the door hit you in the ass on the way out.