Anyway, I don't particularly like it, but I don't really have a choice in the matter. It is work, work pays the bills and I like stuff, so we need money. I don't like it because Gary is my best friend. I hear so many people saying, "Aren't you just so happy he is our of your hair?" Um NO! Not me. I love chatting with him at night and having dinner EVERY night as a family.
It has proven to be so, that when Gary leaves for a trip something wild and crazy happens. IT NEVER FAILS...you can't make this stuff up!
When we lived in Waco a bee hive grew on a tree limb in our backyard. The size of my head. **YCMTSU The next time he left town, a wasp stung our puppy at the time, Callaway. He was my baby at the time, that was BK, before kids. I had to take him to the vet...his face was the size of a basketball.
On a much sadder note, while Gary was out of town, his mom was in a near fatal auto mobile accident. While away on another trip his Grandfather died. His mom fell once and broke her hip. I am not joking. All these things happen while he was out of town traveling on business. And those are just a few things. I really could go on and on. and on and on. But I'll spare you.
So the point of this post...
This time Gary is in Las Vegas. At a convention with his new job. It is Saturday night, just me and the kids and pups of course. It is around 6:30pm. 6-7 at night it our house is like chaos X a million. Dogs are hungry, kids are tired...you know the way it is at the end of the day.
Well, I smelled smoke. I seriously thought my house was on fire. It stunk so bad, and I couldn't find what was on fire. I was about the vacate the house when I headed into the laundry room. I made the mistake of opening the washing machine. SMOKE billowed out. Into my face. Yuck! I couldn't get the machine to turn on, so I realized the motor was burned out and up...ha! GREAT! That thing is so old...
My sassy pants 5 year old runs into the room pinching her nose with her finger, "Mommy something is so stinky!!! Gross!" And of course little man runs in also with his 2 cents, "Mommy, sompin tink bat...gwoss!" waving his hand and shouting "shooo wheee." Mommy to both of them "OK peanut gallery, get out of here." I unplug the machine and turn on the vent and leave the room. The washer is full of water and my living room curtain.
Thankfully all the other clothes, towels and sheets are clean! Even my bras. Yeah me...all the laundry is clean, but the washing machine is out of commission. Donzo...trash! And now it is just filled with red water. The curtain faded.
The washer and dryer have been limping by. We need to replace them and have been saving for it, but we wanted to wait until January. Looks like we will have to go ahead and get new ones. I won't know what to do with myself...ha! When I dry clothes, the timer on the dryer is out, I have to set the timer on the microwave or I will dry clothes all night long. The thing never turns off. I really mean it when I say the set has been limping by!
So imagine Gary's (non) surprise when I tell him I have good news and bad news. We have come to expect something to go haywire while he is gone. And crazy it was, and thankfully it was only the washer! And double thankful that all the laundry was done.
God is so good...I'm so thankful he let me wash my bras before it went out!!!!!
Do things run out of control while your spouse is gone? Please tell me I'm not the only one!
**YCMTSU [you can't make this stuff up]