Some Days!

Before anyone thinks I'm being a wimp, I understand that in the grand scheme of things, I'm having a good day. Things could be a whole lot worse but if I can just whine for a few minutes, maybe I'll feel better. I just had a good cry and I thought that had solved my problem but maybe not. Vince is on his way home and he'll say "oh, honey, why are you crying?" and that will make it worse. I wish he would just say grow up! and I'd probably . . well, maybe I'd grow up! Vicky's brother's home burned last night and they lost everything so . . that alone is reminding me that my troubles are small. To start this long story . . I'm not a good flyer. I hate flying! I hate the feeling of being herded into an airplane and having no control over my life, my belongings or my schedule. I had not flown since 9/11. Yes, my husband flies all the time; my son flies back and forth to Louisiana and they both get so aggravated with me because I will not fly. When I had to make a choice of driving 14 hours each way to get home after Daniel's accident, it was an easy choice. I hopped right on that airplane and was very happy to do so. Maybe I'd crossed a hurdle. Maybe flying wasn't so bad. Today is Daniel's birthday. He would have been 27 today. I knew this was going to be a difficult time for my parents so I had decided maybe I would try to go home. I checked flights to leave on Monday and I was going to try to come home on Saturday. Vince is leaving Sunday and I kept thinking . . what if something happens and I can't get home on Saturday, Vince leaves on Sunday . . Chad would be home alone. I tried to get a flight for Friday and couldn't get it so I decided not to go home this week. Now . . with all this terrorist crap, if I had gone home, I probably would not have flown back. Hey . . that's an idea! Get stranded in Louisiana and have to stay there! Seriously, I'm sitting here thinking (feeling sorry for myself) that just when I thought it was safe to fly . . it isn't. Why can't people just be nice? Why do they want to hurt us? And the icing on the cake .. remember the plumber from hell that we had last week? The reason he was here was that the bathroom floor was warm . . not WET but warm so I knew we had a hot water leak. That was all . . no dripping pipes, no wet carpet. So we paid this weird guy $700 to fix the pipe. Want to know how weird he was? While Vince was sitting here paying him, trying to carry on a conversation, the guy asked us if we were swingers. Heck, I wouldn't have even known what it meant except my quilt group was talking about it a while back. NO! We are NOT! And, in the unlikely event we were, this dude would not have been invited to my party! This morning I get up. Vince is at work so I call and talk to him and he tells me about the terrorists and the airplanes and that kinda got me . . more angry than anything else. I thought about mom and dad and how bad their day is going to be. OK . . enough of that. Get a shower and get started. I walk into my dressing area (carpet) and there's water . . everywhere! This is the area where the plumber had cut the pipes and put them back together again. Well . . he almost put them back together again. What a mess! There's water everywhere in there. The carpet is wet and guess what else is wet . . fabric! Lots of fabric! I know . . my fault for having some of it stacked on the floor. Another plumber (from the same company) is here but I like this guy. He fixed my leak last year and I almost asked for him when I called about the hot water leak and I didn't. Wish I had! They just arrived with a wet/dry vac and as soon as the leak is fixed, I'll begin washing fabric. How much fun can a girl have in one day?