For every homefire you burn, there is a hotspot sure to pop up.
I learned this lesson all too well while trying to manage a home, family, job, and long-distance relationship with my husband.
The short list:
- bed bugs (they are more than just a cute rhyme at bedtime–a bonus parting gift from the hotel in Denver)
- exterminator for pesky bed bugs
- new living room furniture, matress and box spring thanks to pesky bed bugs
- run-in with a deer on the highway (he ran into me)
- new doors on the van thanks to renegade deer
- runaway child (we’ll protect privacy here)
- multiple body piercings (your father won’t be happy to see THAT)
- school attendance problems and failing grades
- missing car (multiple occasions–had to remove the tires a time or two)
- influenza A with all of us home for a week
- my father’s brain tumor, removed twice, and triple bypass surgery
- traveling from family events in horrible weather where I swore I would NEVER drive again once Sean got home
- traumatic events in my step-daughter’s life
- my step-daughter moved in (a blessing we had long awaited)
- death of Sean’s grandfather
- flood of May 2006 with inches of water in the basement
- demolition of the basement due to water damage
- the flat tire dilemna that plagues us began–I don’t know how I can drive over that many nails!
- math homework meltdowns that required calling a friend for backup
- 3 teenagers in the house (you can use your imagination here)
- mysterious hives and canker sores (an entire mouth full)
- smashed rear window in the car (an incident at the skatepark)
- leaky ceiling when the snow melted
- leaky ceiling in the basement when the toilet overflowed
My doctor thinks my headaches are due to stress. Really?