When things don't go as planned
Gut Check time with myself
Have you ever heard that term “come to Jesus” moment? Well, I had one with myself this week. I had a gut check time with myself. I had a pity party, pulled my big girl panties back up, and started to look forward again. It’s been a crazy few days you guys. It’s crazy town here (which I knew was gonna happen). It always happens when my husband is out of town. Always. It’s comical at this point.
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Friday night: Ryder goes to a pool party and I pick him up at 10pm. He says he thinks he hurt his ear. Of course doing stupid teen jumping flips off into the said pool. Next morning, agony. I try some swimmer’s ear drops and the screams that occurred next could have taken the paint off the walls. Scared the crap out of me. I call Kailyn and beg her to come home. She was house/dog sitting for my mom who is out of town. I have a wedding at 10:30am. Scott leaves at 10am for his trip. It’s chaos. She takes him to urgent care while I get ready to leave. Really bad case of swimmer’s ear. I head off to the wedding.
Fast forward to Monday (yesterday). 5:45 am I wake up to the lovely smell of poop. POOP. Piper (our chronic pancreatitis golden retriever) has crapped all over the living room floor. EVERYWHERE. I can’t get mad at her…it’s not her fault. I spend the next 30 minutes cleaning it up. Get the kids off to school and work on said wedding for a solid 6 hours…feeling accomplished. High five to myself.
2:00pm I hop in the shower before the kids get home, and I go to floss my teeth. Yes, I floss my teeth in the shower. Judgment free zone please. POP, my tooth falls out. Seriously? My crown falls out and there I am standing with my tooth in my hand, dripping wet, and annoyed. I can’t make this stuff up. Kailyn had gotten home early from work, thank you Jesus, and she dials my dentist. They get me in 30 minutes later. Awesome, just pop that baby back on and we’re good. Nope. There is structural damage and the reason it fell out in the first place.
They do reattach it with a semi permanent glue and we have a heart to heart on this being an immediate need to fix if I want to keep my teeth. Um, yeah, I’d like to keep my teeth lol. I left with an estimate of a crazy amount and enough anxiety to fill a baseball stadium.
I adore my dentist. Adore him, and trust him, and know that if he says it’s time fix this…it’s time. So, I drive home with all these things rushing into my head. How am I going to afford this? Why does this keep happening? Why me? Wahhh wahhhh wahhhh. Yeah, I said it.
Big girl panties activated
After my pity party, I pull my big girl panties back up and over the muffin top and I handle it. Like I do everything else.
Life isn’t meant to be easy. Life happens. At least I have options. At least I have a husband who says “well, you can’t help it Mellisa. We do what we have to do.” I can’t imagine not having that. Yes, we argue about many things. Many things, but finances have never been one of them. Ever. He goes with the flow and trusts my guidance. He knows I choose things in life for the benefit of our family and that’s a blessing I realize I have.
How are we going to swing this?
I have no idea, but what I do know is that I’ll figure it out. We’ll figure it out. Together. Because it’s what we do.