Witch Doctor Voodoo

Okay, so far today:

1. Our ceramic artist notified us that he is withdrawing from the gallery (not necessarily bad news, kinda good news because we don’t have to be the bad guys and ask him to leave, which we were going to do).

2. Our new employee (hired yesterday) emailed; she’s decided after however many years of working from home that she doesn’t want to be on a schedule. (Would’ve been a good thing to decide before she (1) applied for a job (2) went on the interview and/or (3) accepted the job, but okay, I understand).

3. New nanny (job offered to her today) emailed; her parents don’t want her to work for a family where there is a man who works from home and she’d be there “alone” with him (okay, this one I totally understand, BUT after the other two . . .)

I DID go and tell Doug that if he was going to divorce me or decide to leave for some other reason, or had any other news that would turn my world topsy-turvy NOT to tell me TODAY. And I suppose the same would go for anyone else reading this blog.

I’m thinking the witch doctor telepathically (or however it works for witches) found out I divulged his secret and has now somehow cursed me for it. And what that refers to is that someone told me they knew someone who was a doctor and a "witch" but kept it secret because then he would obviously (I assume) lose all his patients. While I don't even know him, or even his name, I did tell someone the same story that I've just written here. (Again, I don't know his name, so therefore I didn't REALLY divulge the secret, only sort of.)

I would blame it on the moon, but it was full on Monday, not today or even yesterday or tomorrow.

So, having hired the nanny, or so I thought, for the summer, I called Beck's preschool and told them we were going to take a break for the summer. Great. But honestly, that needed to happen anyway. The current director looked me in the eye today and lied to me. After much soul-searching Doug and I decided that we simply can’t have Beckett in that environment regardless of a new nanny or otherwise.

And, Doug is afraid that Ballou is a “bad” dog because he doesn’t like strangers, and really isn’t great about warming up to them lately (for example, Frank’s friend who is spending the night tonight).

So now along with finding new care for Beck, I suppose I should seriously look into some kind of training program for Ballou too.

I think I would simply crawl up into a little fetal ball if anything else happened today, how many more hours are there in today? I do have to admit that I woke up the last two nights with a feeling that something bad was going to happen. Is this it? I mean ALL of it? For now?