Is someone trying to tell us something?

You decide. Your comments and suggestions of who or what is going on are welcome.

It's been a series of small things that are driving us insane. One full week of this, and we're not really sure what to do.

Started with the fact that we were very tight on time and we found:

• 14 people in line inside the pharmacy, and
• 5 in the outside drive-thru area. We'd already turned in the prescription and just needed to pick it up. Should have taken 5 minutes max; it took 25.

We were supposed to pick up the pizzas for dinner for the whole fam before graduation that evening in Rochester, but we also can't speed because of the number of moving traffic violations that exist between us. We encountered on the road:

• 2 combines driving 15 mph on different highways,
• 1 giant Ford truck hauling a flatbed of 6 smashed cars and going 20 mph,
• 5 people going significantly (5-10 mph) under the speed limit on a highway.

We ended up grabbing the pizzas, only 10 minutes late, and heading over to the party. Graduation itself was in a hot gymnasium on bleachers, so there's nothing fun about that. However, we sat behind:

• 1 very broad-backed and wide (front-to-back) old man with poor posture who took up at least half of the space behind him designed for someone's legs. We had to sit sideways for the entirety of the hour+ long event.

The next day, we planned to spend with the Bartons. It was lovely--a great pancake breakfast at the new fire station, seeing an old friend, Kyle got a tour of the pristine building, etc. We were having a great time. Then, Kyle and Allen tried to install Kyle's new (to him) emergency personnel lights on his rear view mirror. Ended up with:

• Allen's installed perfectly, and Kyle realizing he needs an electrician in order to get his hooked up. 2-3 hours wasted.

We arrived home exhausted that evening. In the middle of that night (1:45am), Kyle gets a call on his walkie that we're having bad storms and tornadoes in the area. He headed off to the fire station and I headed over to the library...all by myself. Terrifying place in the middle of the night. And then:

• the electricity went out on my way back from the bathroom...alone, dark basement, torrential downpour and possible tornado outside, huge building...terrified.

After returning and falling into bed at 4am, we decided to see when the alarm went off if we could drag ourselves to church.

• We woke up at 12:30p. Half of the day gone, and obviously no church. Although this might seem like a brilliant Sunday of rest, it was foreshadowing of the things to come.

But Sunday was cleaning day, and we both enjoy that. As we began the process of cleaning our tiny house, Kyle got out the vacuum and:

• 1 cat peed on the carpet b/c he's scared of the vacuum.

In the process of cleaning that nast up, we tried to move cat to a new place in the house, away from the vacuum, he:

• freaked out while being held, clawed Kyle's chest through his shirt and tore holes in Kyle's shirt: twice.

I think after a close call with a nervous break down, we called it a day. I can't remember the beginning of the week. I don't remember anything else going wrong until yesterday...

Kyle was home sick from work and so slept in. When he finally got up (I'd been up for hours doing school work), we went for a lovely walk in the perfect 70 degree sunny weather. When we return we saw:

• 1 cat rubbing his furry little behind all over the carpet and then on the lower level of the coffee table. When he got up, we saw there was...well...poo hanging in his fur back there.

This was very disturbing. Between myself holding the cat and Kyle armed with some scissors and paper towel, we fixed that situation, and then crawled around the house smelling the carpet. Thankfully, the poo was dried, and the only place is got was the lower part of the coffee table. That was quickly disinfected.

Shortly thereafter, Kyle began dishes, and I helped intermittently as I was reading more articles for school. When I sat back down in the computer room, I heard a commotion in the kitchen--"What is going on with our lives. Honey...NO!" I kept calling out to ask what was the matter. No answer for two whole minutes. I walked around the corner to find:

• 1 husband squatting on the floor attempting to capture a flood of water pouring out from under the sink. And I hear, in answer to my previously unanswered request for information: "FLOOD, honey, FLOOD!"

I grabbed some towels and we mopped everything up, had to move the fridge, brought out our two fans and just stood there, utterly confused. We called the maintenance guy, who has a day job, and thus could not attend this problem until after 5pm.

I left for class around 3:30, praying Kyle would have a break from these moments of absolutely unnecessary insanity. I found out later (after class around 9pm) that a few minutes after I left, while Kyle started a load of laundry (the towels from the floor mopping), he heard gurgling in the kitchen and entered to find:

• 2 sinks filling up with nasty water. (At this point, we don't even know if those kitchen sink pipes are sound.)

He called the maintenance guy again, and stopped the washer. After some applications of drain-o, the maintenance guy left saying--let me know if it works. Well, it didn't.

And now we have:

• One 1/2-washed load of dirty towels steeping in foul water, unable to drain, and it's a Friday.
• Two kitchen sinks that don't work, or, they do, but they will flood.

And it's the weekend. Cooking? Washing dishes? Washing clothing (I'm desperately in need of at least one load of laundry)? Anything? I don't even KNOW what to do with this.

So tell me what you think is happening to us...