How many times can you hear, “Now is the winter of our discontent.” without laughing maniacally at the irony of this statement. Lately it just seems like the hits just keep on coming.
It’s a friend who is sick and coming to the end of her time with us.
It’s a toilet that breaks and then breaks again.
It’s a two-week old dishwasher that decides to no longer drain and a brand that tells me it will take over two weeks to come and fix it. Praise the almighty Twitter for correcting that problem and showing that @SearsCares. Heh.
It’s a second toilet that decides to leak all over the floor in the kids bathroom. All the time.
It’s the therapy toy I waited weeks for The Fifth Element only to have it break within thirty minutes after taking twice as long as to assemble.
It’s the emergency mammogram before Christmas that resulted in weeks of waiting to find out just exactly what is going on.
It’s the fact that the kids haven’t had a regular school schedule in almost two months through a combination of non-existent weather, teacher work days, sickness and parent-teacher conferences.
It’s the one day all month that I get to go to work and do what I love only to be so tired I feel I’m being dragged down by stacks of 50 lb weights that seem to rest on every limb and have to spend it in bed. Amazing what non-stop stress can do.
It’s the sinus infection that slams me right as I’m about to host a traditional ham party.
It’s a hole in the kid’s bathroom sink that decides to appear one night at bedtime.
In the last thirty days it has been all of this and more. It’s been a lot of waiting, anger, sadness, frustration and tears.
It’s just been a lot.
Today, I’m breaking out the SAD light I haven’t used in years, hoping against the bad juju karma that likes to make things broken in my house, and putting its high wattage, artificial sun in my face for a maximum dose.
Today I’m making the decision to be watchful and grateful for the smallest things like a successful transitioning between snow play and snack time. The ability to go to new places without a freak-out moment and easy times with friends.
Here’s to February the month where I heal. Where our home heals. Where we have the ability to see all the blessings that are hiding like tiny gems right next to that broken down vacuum cleaner.
My buddy and I call it the “happy” light. Doesn’t that sound better! Am loving the duct tape sink, lol. All these house things will just be funny stories in a few years. Keep your chin up and the light on!
Thanks Beth and THANK YOU for coming to my appt last week. It eased my mind and my spirit. That light better charge. Did I mention that EVERY charger in our house has broken this week?
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Howdy! This post could not be written any better! Looking at this post reminds me of my previous roommate!
He constantly kept preaching about this. I most certainly will
forward this article to him. Pretty sure he will have a very
good read. Many thanks for sharing!
Wishing you peace and some sanity. If it makes you feel any better, my past 6 weeks have been exactly like that. Last week I was ready to break, but with the sun out today I’m trying to pick up and keep going.
Thank you Gina! I’m sorry it has been so rough for you as well. I hope things get better.
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