There has been so much stuff, so much uncomfortable, unexpected, and unreasonable stuff going on lately, that it has been hard to post about anything but.
I just haven't wanted to write in a public domain about the Situation in the case that somehow it ends up making things worse than they already are. Somehow, somebody around here might read it, and pass the word along, and well, we've all played that "Telephone" game.
I will say, however, that once this is OVER, once this awful situation is finally concluded, I will be writing a loooong post about it. And then I'll probably reference it for the REST OF MY LIFE.
I am only bringing it up now because there is a possibility (however small the possibility is, it is THERE), that this Situation might be over on Thursday. Or at least if not completely over, well on its way to over.
I don't mean the house. Ha!! You thought I might mean the house. Silly one, haven't you realized that the house is NEVER going to be over? Sometimes you might think that surely, after a year and half, it must be getting close. You might have even forgotten about the process entirely, assuming that of course we've moved in, I mean we were wiring the thing like, last summer or something, right?
NO! It will never be done!
And shame on you for asking.
Anyway, Thursday, tomorrow, I have a meeting that might put an end to a lot of stress and heartache that has been very all-encompassing for the last 6 months. Or it might just be ANOTHER disappointment, another thing to stack on the top of the mountain of disappointments that has grown and grown throughout this ordeal.
I hope the Situation will be over. I cannot begin to express how much and how deeply I hope that Thursday will mark the end of this and the beginning of something new, something better, something good.
***In an entirely unrelated but much less serious sidenote, my sweet sweet husband, who is more forgetful than your 85 year old grandmother (trust me on this one), who consistently leaves our keys in the lock OUTSIDE of the door, who almost never has both phone and wallet at the same time, who cannot multitask to save his own life, has reached a new level. Last night, while I was peacefully asleep, he decided to make a strawberry smoothie, and added frozen strawberries to the mix. I can only guess that the frosty goodness of his homeade smoothie completely wiped everything else from his mind, because when I woke up this morning, the freezer door was wide open, melted ice dripping all over the kitchen floor, and a thawed bag of okra dangling from the top shelf.
I love him so much. It's the little flaws that make it great.
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