A WEEK, and it's not even Friday yet.

It may only be wednesday, but we've already had plenty going on to cover the activity level of at least one week.

First, our master bathroom floor was starting to get wet beneath the tiles. Anytime anyone would sit on the toilet, the tiles underneath would wobble. We've sort of realized it for a while, and realized that we'd probably put it off for long enough. Sure enough, we got a contractor in and as soon as he pulled up a couple pieces of tile, it turned out that the toilet had been leaking into the floor every single time it was flushed, so our entire subfloor was soaked through. He diagnosed that this had been happening for years and years, and the only reason we didn't realize it sooner was thanks to a layer of vinyl that was keeping everything contained. Meanwhile, that nice layer of vinyl protected a huge mold culture, allowing it to thrive nicely in the dark for... ever.

Work started on Saturday, and, as seems to be the case in all construction, has not been going smoothly. Delays, materials, etc. Whatever, it sucks to have something out of order and to have someone you're depending on 100% with seemingly little control over the schedule. Our contractor did at least show up this morning (only an hour after he said he would) and has at least started to lay down the new tile. He promises to be done this afternoon, which... I'm not holding my breath, but it would be awfully nice since B's father is arriving tomorrow and I do not want to have everyone sharing the same bathroom.

This is all  happening at the same time as Mia's diagnosis with the daycare plague number 10934987, this time Hand Foot Mouth. It sounds disgusting (and every time I've told anyone that she has hand food mouth, they think I'm talking about Hoof and Mouth, which... are not the same thing), but so far she just has a fever on and off and some painful sores on the underside of her lip. It's probably pretty painful, but she doesn't seem to be complaining too much, and is enjoying her unlimited TV time. She's isn't welcome back at daycare until the sores are better -- which, is hopefully tomorrow, because B and I have already taken 2 days each, since she's been out since Friday.

To top it all off, I've got what could be considered the most embarrassing and unpleasant symptom of pregnancy ever. I will not say what it is -- though you can probably guess -- to maintain a semblance of dignity here. It is listed as "resolving after delivery" but I can assure you that things will not go well if it does not resolve itself before the 7 weeks I have left. 33 weeks today. No cute bump picture because... BLARG.