Tuesday, July 10, 2007

We Interrupt This Life . . .

As I mentioned in Monday's post, our AC has been on the fritz - dead, really. It broke Friday afternoon, for the third time in as many weeks and the repair service took the fan motor with them on Monday to match the part(s) and to decide amongst themselves whether this was the time to confiscate just my firstborn or go for the oldest two. We're waiting, waiting and waiting to hear from them. In the mean time, we've moved most of The Gang into my sister's place and have only been returning to the house for food to help round out the meals (feeding 12!), and clean undies all around. Last night we returned to swim, but today we're all too pooped out and lazy to get over there even for that. The heat is very de-motivating, isn't it?

I'm trying to be patient, flexible, and understanding. But I was really looking forward to a couple days at home with the kids to lay low and relax together. And to catch up on laundry, re-arrange some bedrooms and cut my 12 weeks of coupons while watching old re-runs of Judging Amy. Instead, I'm fighting frustration, feel completely exhausted, and I miss The Boss. (He's been sleeping at the house in the boys' air-conditioned room, since he gets up sooooo early for work.) I'm feeling unproductive and I don't want to do much of anything. Except keep calling the a/c service to inquire about where we are on their priority list. The Boss left two messages already, so I am restraining myself, to avoid a restraining order on me!

Okay, now I'm whining. YUK.

It has been a good time of praying for The Boss, reading quietly while the 7 cousins play in the basement, and hanging with my sis. And I've enjoyed playing with Rascal - he's their cute new golden retriever puppy. I could do without the constant licking of my legs (who knew Eucerin lotion was a puppy aphrodisiac?!), but he's cute and easily forgiven. While I was driving a friend to work this afternoon, I felt like the Lord reminded me that my attitude and my frustration were in need of an adjustment. And that they will just make me more drained and exhausted. And crabby and whiny.

So I gave myself a little kick in the pants while driving back (figuratively, I promise!) and decided to vanquish Eeyore and Piglet to the wind. Tigger hasn't made an appearance yet, but Winnie is making his way to the surface and that works for now. Nothing like a good dose of toddler parenting skills when you are feeling and acting like a 2 year old!

**I promise, for those of you checking in for the next chapter in our adoption story, I'll post as soon as I'm home on my own computer. I've got it saved in my Word files, as I've been working on it on and off for a few months now. Check back soon :)

1 comment:

Pups n Horses said...

The sun'll come out
Bet your bottom dollar
That tomorrow
There'll be sun!
Just thinkin' about
Clears away the cobwebs,
And the sorrow
'Til there's none!
When I'm stuck a day
That's gray,
And lonely,
I just stick out my chin
And Grin,
And Say,
The sun'll come out
So ya gotta hang on
'Til tomorrow
Come what may
I love ya
You're always
A day
A way!