It was another crazy day today that involved pipes bursting in our house, water all over my bathroom, living room, roof, and front yard and sitting around the house watching repairmen instead of going to church, but sometimes you just have to laugh and carry on.
I may tell that story tomorrow — it all started with being attacked by my shower head, but tonight I’m curling up with the dog and the girl and watching Survivor (yes, the one with Blair from Facts of Life — same as you’re seeing in the US).
Yesterday was a rough day, but I crawled into bed at 6:30 and pretended that I didn’t have any kids and didn’t live in Bahrain and Josh took over for the rest of the night. He could tell I was walking the tightrope between sanity and breaking with reality and kept his distance from the very angry lady in our bedroom.
I woke up today with a better outlook . . . nothing has changed except what’s inside my head. If I work on that part, things will be fine here. (I think. I hope.)