Horrible November this year. Two weeks ago, my little one and I had to go to the hospital because he was diagnosed with acute purulent otitis media (he had problems with his ears due to teething, it’s tough, you’ll understand everything right away when you become a parent), and literally two days after After our discharge from the hospital, my husband’s mother died. The cremation took place the day before yesterday, and soon the ashes will need to be taken for burial. The husband was left completely alone. Now we will have to sort out all the problems associated with the circumstances of her death (not a natural death, although everything has been going that way for the last three years after the death of husband’s uncle and grandmother), and we will also have to fight for the house and property, since there are still a lot of debts and a lot of property documents have been lost... I was counting on these two weeks (as well as last year, but the baby hurried long before the deadline), so I will again ask you to give me time, at least the next two weeks, so that we can begin to deal with the pile-ups affairs. And happy birthday to me... fucked up.