Yesterday, three lightbulbs blew in my house. And the computer gave me a message that the fan had failed. And TB was in a helluva mood, bitching and crying all evening. And TG brought home a worksheet with a ridiculous number of wrong answers to math questions that she actually knew how to do, if only she hadn't rushed. And only when the dinner casserole was ready to put into the oven at 5:30 did I realize that it needed to bake for 90 minutes. Ugh. What a night.
On the up side, Gramps is outta the hospital, apparently none the worse for wear. And I managed to pick up a really nice$400 Christmas tree for only $75 at an end-of-season sale at Milaegers. (This will replace the current tree, which was literally held together with baling wire this year). We'll call it a wash.