We've had some family drop in unexpectedly and a situation at school that I will post on later but not now. Right now I just need to get through today and breathe. While in theory those are small things, in reality they have blown up in our faces. Because of that I've been a bit absent.
And because we're also working on this:
After one hail storm, three appraisers, one mitigator, arbitration, two contractors, three attorneys and eighteen months, we've finally been given the go ahead by a certain nameless insurance company to rip off the roof and start over. Now we're in the process of picking a roof, garage doors, gutters/downspouts and exterior paint and trim.
Want a good way to freak out the kids in your family? Make plans to rip off your roof.
I swear, the only saving grace with the drought in Kansas has been the fact we've not had any rain. That was, until last week, when the remnants of Hurricane Isaac dumped three inches of much needed rainfall into our laundry room.
Right before the Irish Festival Lizzy was dancing in. And right into the light fixture because well, why not?
To say Alex got the shit scared out of him when he turned on the light was an understatement. "Mom!!! MOM!!! There is water coming from the light in the ceiling!! Water and electricity don't mix!! Mom, we're all gonna to die! Aggggghhh...."
He lost his mind and went on and on about the issues we were going to have with the house burning down, electrocution, and other untoward results from water dripping out of the light fixture.....
I just looked at my husband and said, "Fuck. Flip the breaker, get a bucket and lets go." Which is exactly what we did.
Minus our tickets to the Irish Festival.
And minus Alex's headsets.
In the midst of talk of electrocution and death by fire, getting dancing shoes, tackling the toddler and finding snacks and bug spray, I somehow managed to forget them.
|Day one. I'd like to think of the Irish Fest as more of an|
So we got there and Lizzy danced her ass off. She was awesome. Gracie ate her weight in Cheeto's and Alex and I played War all the while discussing how a person could die from being electrocuted and all the finer points of an electrical current when it runs through human flesh.
|Center Stage baby.|
|My girl was center stage. |
And no, none of these girls are my baby.
Yup, that's right. We played a good old fashioned game of War in the middle of her dance routine. In our defense, it was almost two hours long and was in 100 degree heat.
We sat through the whole thing playing cards and talking about death by electrocution.
And I couldn't have been prouder. All the noise, crowds, heat and stress and he did great. Sure, he turned into one big hive later that night, but he got through it that afternoon.
So while Lizzy danced, Gracie ate and Alex and I played, I looked around and came to a realization. I may be busy, I may be stressed and I've had absolutely no to time to write but....life is good.
Life is good.
Now, anyone want to help decide on garage door and trim color?