DAY FROM HELLLP

The boiler broke.

That was the sexy line my husband woke me up to this morning.

Didn’t it just break yesterday?-

No, that was last year. –

Don’t we have a warrenty?-

That was the other boiler. –

(Wait. We have 2 boilers? WTF? Who are we? The Kardashians?)

The plumber should be here by 9. –

Shit. I’m supposed to meet my two friends who I HAVEN’T SEEN IN DECADES for breakfast before work and now you’re telling me I have to wait for the plumber? –

(My husband looks at me like I legit live like Kim Kardashian, and TBH, he is leaving for another grinding day at work while I am stressing over my breakfast tête-à-tête –more on that sketchy phrase later — and feel drowned by his overwhelming sympathy.)

I guess you’ll be late –

(He leans in again.)

What now? Is there a squirrel in the attic? –

No. I was just going to kiss you goodbye.-

Oh. –

First world problems are really getting the short shift these days, don’tcha think? It’s not like I don’t get that I am lucky in so many ways. If not for GRATITUDE I would have, at some point, vanished. Poof. I don’t know to where. Maybe that’s why I haven’t. But I am truly thankful for all my blessings.

Be clear. That does not equal happiness or ease or any kind of golden ticket to the candy factory of peace. I don’t feel sorry for myself a̶t̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶ ̶m̶o̶m̶e̶n̶t̶ but I do marvel at the everyday drama I’ve attracted, the rare drama I’ve attracted, and the what the AF drama I’ve attracted, seamlessly, since I can remember.

But the past few years have been especially BIZARRE.

I’m ready to share.