Good morning world! Well, I hope it is good for you because for me it is just morning and right now I am just feeling blessed to be to the right side of the dirt. I decided to start blogging because my life tends to be a series of unfortunate event that is constantly unfolding. Most days I just exhale and pray, but today I wanted to cry. Instead I laughed and decided to blog! So, here it goes.
My family and I are currently in limbo as we relocate to Waco, TX and build our dream home. We are very blessed just to have the ability to make this happen. But let me back up, when I say family I mean myself, husband (Daniel) and our zoo. We have a son who is 20 (or will be in less than a month!) and is already living in Waco, so it is just us and the zoo relocating. We have chosen to try to save as much money as possible and live in our travel trailer for the 6 months that it takes to build our home. This was a good idea several months ago. I know this too shall pass, but right now it definitely feels like it is passing like a kidney stone.
So now lets come back to why I decided to start blogging and to the events of the past 24 hours. After what was an AMAZING weekend, I was exhausted on Monday. I drug myself into my new job with a smile and a headache. The day was long, but I made it through! My mom had decided to go back to our old house (currently for sale) and gather the last of her things so that she could move into her new place this week. I was looking forward to a relaxing evening alone, just me and my fur babies, some junk food and a movie. It all started when I got home and I set my to-go box on the outside table because my hands were full and I needed a hand to open the door. I opened the door, let the dogs out and walked inside just long enough to set my bags down. When I turned around Squirrel was eating my dinner! I wanted to be mad, but I couldn’t help but laugh. I sucked it up and said oh well I’ll just throw some pizza rolls in the microwave after I feed all the fur babies. As I am feeding everyone I noticed an excess of water coming from the back of our camper. My first thought is that our outdoor kitchen sink sprung a leak. I soon realize the water was coming from inside the camper. I went to the other side and opened the outside door to the bathroom only to see a completely flooded bathroom. You would think this was when I started crying, but no, I held it together. Turned out that somehow the bathroom sink was accidentally left running just enough to fill up the grey water tanks throughout the day. I gather towels and begin the clean up. I get it all mopped up and think I can finally relax. But no…
I then realize that the toilet is over flowing somehow and me being out of sorts I try to flush the toilet which in turn causes it to explode! This is when I cried! I used the wet towels and the last of the dry ones to clean the mess up, as I cried my eyes out. Little did I know that the grey water can over flow into the black water tank when the grey water tanks get too full. This caused the black water tank to over flow into the camper from the toilet. Once it was clean I bleached the whole camper!!!! I am a germ-o-phobe so this was a necessary step. FINALLY, everything is clean and I can find a new dinner and relax. Wait, it is almost 8pm! I have a strict bed time of 9:45pm, I know that may seem early to most but I need my sleep. I still had to make something to eat, gather my clothes for the next day, shower and then try to read before bed. Once in bed, I fell asleep mid prayer, and slept all night (first time in over a week that’s happened!).
I woke up thinking this was going to be a good day. I was determined to make it good! I did some more praying while driving, no I didn’t fall asleep this time! It is a rainy yucky weather day, which is fine because central Texas needs the rain. I order my coffee from my favorite local coffee shop and grab it to go. As I am pulling into my parking spot in the parking garage my coffee somehow comes out of my cup holder and begins its deadly decent onto my floorboard. I didn’t even try to stop it in fear that I would be wearing it the rest of the day had I tried. I backed into my spot, took a deep breath, looked down and saw the pool of sugar-free vanilla latte on the floorboard of my car. Nothing I can do now except go to work. As I type, the latte is still on my floorboard and will remain there until I get home and can get it cleaned up properly.
I did make a trip back to the coffee shop and showed them the photo of the devastation that had just occurred, and the amazing young men working gave me a new latte! So, now that we have that all behind us, today will be GREAT!! Stay tuned for the next adventure.
The death of my latte