Flip Side

So. It appears we hit the bottom of this particular downturn and are working our way back up to Only Mildly Stressed. There is never a period of No Stress as far as I’m concerned. If I ever tell you that I’m calm and peaceful or that I don’t have anything bugging me at the moment, clearly I am either lying or medicated.

My dad, who dreamed about our leak situation on his vacation (this must be where I get it), came over and rigged up a rather unorthodox solution that totally resolved the problem and Woo, Boy, we have water in the house again! I’m thinking of making spaghetti or chili or something equally messy for dinner just so I can wash the dishes with my running water. No, that’s not true. But it is nice to take a shower and not have to give the neighbors a before and after show to turn the water on and off (clothed, people, get your minds out of the gutter, even though I have to stand there to pry the lid off the water main).

Dear Hub spent almost the entire weekend installing the new garage door opener, and got very close to finishing. Only problem was the garage light had to be switched on from inside the house for the garage door to go up and down. Luckily, a clearer head (read Someone Who Hadn’t Spent 18 Hours on a Ladder Staring at the Darn Thing) realized it was just plugged into the wrong socket (why there is a socket that connects directly to the light switch, I have no idea, but then again, the previous owners didn’t bother to change their air filter, like, ever, so there is no accounting for logic), and a quick switch (Ha!) had us rolling and parking under cover again. I go to great efforts not to turn my garage into a storage unit, and you can bet your bee-hind I’m sliding that car right on in there next to the toll chest ASAP.

But the best news of all is what started this upswing, and that is that Sammy’s arm was deemed Not Broken. I heard the angels sing when the nurse spoke those words, and I made her repeat them because I didn’t believe her. She did tell me to keep his arm immobile in a sling for awhile, and you try doing that with a 5 year old boy. I think he kept it still for about 5 minutes to milk the sympathy and attention walking into school for the first time, but that’s about it. I have literally pinned the sling to his shirt in hopes of keeping it somewhere in position, but I’ve stopped short of a straight jacket. So far.

This seems to be closure of the open items I’ve already mentioned ad nauseam, but it’s nice to be able to pull them full circle and check them off my stress list. Of course I’m already worrying about what will be added to the list next. I do have a dentist appointment tomorrow after all.