Dear Universe,

I realize that you live to mess with people. Really, there is a lot of stuff that I am sure happens just to remind people that you have the power to knock people on their butts.

But, having my iPod choose a selection of sad, sappy songs (some of which were played at my husband's funeral) at exactly the moment that I am suffering from a minor (maybe major, it remains to be seen) household disaster was a bit on the cruel side. You see, when shit goes bad in my house, I miss my husband. I miss the ability to split the duty on taking care of the grunt work. I miss being the one who has to stay rational because Carl is the one losing his shit. And, frankly, I miss his income making sure that even if this turns into a strip the drywall off the bedroom and call in a contractor kind of experience, it won't be that major of a deal financially. So yeah, thanks for the reminder that I didn't need that I am alone in those tasks.

Alicia