On January 2, the children’s first day back at school, my car had a flat tire.
Fortunately, we have a portable air compressor, so we just filled the tire back up. We filled it up three more days that week before Dan could get it to the mechanic.
In the meantime, the children had delays and cancellations due to frigid temperatures and even colder wind chill factors.
And then the pipes at home froze. Then they thawed, and I accidentally flooded the kitchen. The thermostat at Dan’s office stopped working.
And my brakes went bad. (Not catastrophically while I was driving, fortunately.)
So far, 2018 has got me like:
I just want a normal day. No sudden need to work from home (although, thank goodness I can usually work from home if I need to). No more delays; I’m sure the children feel differently. No more house problems or car problems.
I get up and go to work. They children get up and go to school. Dan goes to his office. Weekends are for rolling skating and errand running, not problem solving. And all is well.
It seems like that is a lot to ask so far in 2018. And don’t even get me started on Mr. “Fire and Fury” president and Oprah in 2020. What did quiet news days used to look like? What did functioning government and world respect used to feel like? I want to go back to those days, when class and calm competence was the order of the day in the White House. Even when Congress was obstructing order, at least it wasn’t colluding with corruption and incompetence.
Oh, America of 2015, how I miss you.
HOW’S YOUR 2018 GOING? TELL ME SOMETHING GOOD.