You are saying to yourself, why don't you just hire someone to fix it? You see, it is not in my genetic code. My entire life I do not recall anyone ever in my house to fix something that was broken. My dad did it all plumbing, electrical, automotive, tile, and dry wall. We returned from vacation one summer to a flooded house. My parents used the insurance money and bought new furniture, repainted and did some long overdue upgrades because we were going to tile the house ourselves. Five kids = a lot of free labor. My four siblings, I, and my parents tiled our entire house except the bedrooms. This is not a joke. To this day if you asked me to tile something, I bet money I could do it and do a great job. I might have a little trouble with the tile saw and mitering the corners, but nothing a little practice wouldn't help. I have gotten into the bad habit of thinking I am one YouTube video away from replacing the roof and building a coffee table out of an old palette. I am mistaken; I need help and lots of it. I need a village.
My parents have saved me thousands in mechanic, house hold repair, babysitting fees over the years and I want to give back. I joked with my mom that their lives are a series of doctor appointments and watching movies or reading books with bursts of watching grandchildren so I can have a few kid free cocktails. Sadly she agreed that this was not too far from the truth. The biggest problem with making life easier for my parents is that it takes time to do it. What is the one thing I am short on? Time.
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(Admittedly SH3 is not thrilled in this pic but she loved it)
I previously wrote about some terrible and wonderful events that happened to my family and how they impacted our lives then and still do to this day. The weight of having little ones, working to care for other people's loved ones, and then caring for my own is fairly heavy. I have an awesome husband, family, friends, and God to help me. I continue to fear that some huge event will rock my world and force me to make time, shift things around, and re-label all my priorities again; I want to stay ahead of the game. I admit that the most exciting games are won or lost in the bottom of the ninth, bases loaded, and the score is tied. I am not looking for exciting seconds; I want peaceful years and years. I want time.
I love this one. My favorite so far. I want them to live near us too. We are all probably talking to them about it every time we see them.ReplyDelete
Oh Roo, my sweet, sweet baby. I LOVE you!ReplyDelete