Our shower is broken. The base has a nifty crack in it that started leaking into my son's closet. You know how I know? I found mold growing on the ceiling in there when I was putting away some blankets from a sleepover he had. We can't use my shower until it gets fixed. Which was supposed to happen 2 days ago, but since the part has to be special ordered, I have to wait another 2 weeks. Oh, and did I mention that the money to fix this particular debacle comes from the money I was going to use to buy my new, professional grade camera? That I have been waiting for and drooling over forever? Yeah.
My husband changed jobs (that's actually good). We found out after he started that his new insurance wouldn't kick in for almost 2 months. And when the Cobra letter came in the mail, it was more than our mortgage to get the patch insurance. Nobody get sick until April 1st, people!!
I've had to deal with an unacceptable level of drama in an organization I volunteer for. A reminder of why I, at times, really dislike being only one of the people in charge, as opposed to the person in charge. When you're the person in charge, you can tell everyone else to take a long walk off a short pier, and do what you think is right. Sometimes, it's just better that way.
Since March 17th, 2012, I've lost 54 pounds. I've gone from a size 14 to a size 8. And I'm stuck. Been stuck, and fluctuating inside the same 3 pounds for six. weeks. When I'm at the bottom of that 3 pounds, I only have about 10 pounds to go to hit my goal. Ten pounds!! I've lost almost 55 pounds, how come I can't drop the last 10?! Grrrrr.
Most recently, my son started his Little League season. His first year in kid pitch, yay! And he winds up with what, by all appearances, is an amazing Coach. After the first practice, I was thrilled. Until we got the email that he's moving his child down to machine pitch - for perfectly good reasons, and I respect that - and won't be the Coach. Less than one week of practice, 2 weeks until opening day, and he's on his second Coach. Woo. Hoo.
But, here's the thing... If you know me, you know I'm a pretty positive person. I'm simply wired that way. So, with all the stuff that's happened in this thus far short year, I'm still managing to see the silver lining - thank GOD. Otherwise, I might have already stuck a fork in my eye. Repeatedly. That fender bender? It really was minor, and no one was hurt. It's just a car. A fabulous, amazing, well-worth-the-long-wait-for-it car, but still just a material thing. And the kids were not with us for the experience. And the insurance company rocked it.
The mold in my son's ceiling? Nothing but ordinary, run-of-the-mill, non-toxic water mold. And not much of it. A simple removal and replacement of the
The insurance? No one's gotten sick (I'm currently knocking on wood). And, even dealing with that hassle, my husband went from a 90 minute commute - each way - to a 5 minute one. He's home more. He's less tired. He's less stressed (so far). Let's hope this keeps up, because it's worth every uninsured-for-almost-2-months minute.
The volunteer thing? It's worked itself out. With the help of an amazing mentoring organization. And some good friends with clear perspective.
My weight? Well, I got on the scale this morning (weigh in day!), and I've lost 2.5 more pounds. I'm up to almost 57 pounds lost and 8 pounds to my goal weight. Plateau OVER!
Little League? I still haven't met the new Coach, but he seems ok. And there are some pretty good kids on my son's team. My son loves baseball, and that's all that really matters.
There are good things that have happened in 2013. My daughter, who just turned 2 in December, has suddenly jumped to forming "real" sentences with inflection and everything. Like, "Now can I watch Mickey, Mommy?" Or, "Can you make me some mac and cheese, pleeeeeeeeease?" And the daily, "Mommy, can we go get Connor now? He's at school." She amazes me.
My son is excelling in school. He's advancing in his Tae Kwon Do training - he'll be a Green Belt soon. He's active and healthy and an absolute trip. He amazes me, too.
I have the best husband ever. Seriously, ever. I would list why, but the list would be so sappy and sentimental that it might make you throw up in your mouth a little, and I wouldn't want to do that to you.
After a lot of years feeling like my close friends were achingly far away, I have found a set of amazing and wonderful women who are finally making me feel like I'm home.
Huh. Look at that. Maybe there is some redemption in 2013, after all.