Gloom, despair and agony on me
Funny how some things seem to be the final straw. I should have known that everything was going too well for my crummy Hee Haw gloom, despair and agony on me luck.
Looks like we have a leak under the slab. Not covered by the homeowners' policy. Apparently about eight or nine years ago when the big mold scare was going on, the insurance industry took it upon themselves to change everyone's policies not to cover leaks under the foundation. Peachy keen. We probably got an update on the coverage changes in our annual renewal letter, our agent said.
So, now, we'll be out about $1,500 give or take. Happy Valentine's Day, sweetie. We won't have water leaking in the kitchen and bathroom floors any more. Oh yeah, happy anniversary, too, for that matter. It will be 11 glorious years on March 27 or 28, I never can remember. 27th, I think.
Regardless. This leads me to the question of the good life. Why do people get married? Buy homes? Buy cars? Have kids? Why do we do this? Wouldn't it be easier to just cohabitate with no strings attached, get sterilized so we don't have kids to worry about, rent an apartment, lease a car ... nothing permanent? What drives us to do this? *sigh* Not sure where that came from other than I feel like a giant albatross around my husband's neck right now. I wanted this stupid Godforsaken house. It was me. He could have had a boat and a truck and a kickass stereo. But, instead, he married me. Let me pick out the house. Let me decide when we'd have kids ... and what does he get for it all? An hour-long commute and the misery of living with me. Wow, congratulations Army of Dad. You drew the short stick. Oh yeah, and $1,500 of plumber bills.
Maybe I can stop the waterworks long enough to get some work done, but I'm not sure. Peculiar thing about me that I've done since I was a child - when I sob really hard, I start throwing up. I can remember my mom getting mad at me and saying "Stop crying so hard or you're going to throw up!" Every time I start this, I can hear her voice ringing out loud and clear. Now, if I could only turn this into a temporary eating disorder to lose some weight, then I might be on to something. Unfortunately, those things are temporary, so I'll pass. So much for joining the rec center.
Really, truly. I'll try to stop feeling sorry for myself. I know there are people far worse off than me who are battling much bigger problems. At least I'm relatively healthy. Heck, I could stop eating and live off my fat stores till I paid off the plumber. Yeah, that's the ticket.
Looks like we have a leak under the slab. Not covered by the homeowners' policy. Apparently about eight or nine years ago when the big mold scare was going on, the insurance industry took it upon themselves to change everyone's policies not to cover leaks under the foundation. Peachy keen. We probably got an update on the coverage changes in our annual renewal letter, our agent said.
So, now, we'll be out about $1,500 give or take. Happy Valentine's Day, sweetie. We won't have water leaking in the kitchen and bathroom floors any more. Oh yeah, happy anniversary, too, for that matter. It will be 11 glorious years on March 27 or 28, I never can remember. 27th, I think.
Regardless. This leads me to the question of the good life. Why do people get married? Buy homes? Buy cars? Have kids? Why do we do this? Wouldn't it be easier to just cohabitate with no strings attached, get sterilized so we don't have kids to worry about, rent an apartment, lease a car ... nothing permanent? What drives us to do this? *sigh* Not sure where that came from other than I feel like a giant albatross around my husband's neck right now. I wanted this stupid Godforsaken house. It was me. He could have had a boat and a truck and a kickass stereo. But, instead, he married me. Let me pick out the house. Let me decide when we'd have kids ... and what does he get for it all? An hour-long commute and the misery of living with me. Wow, congratulations Army of Dad. You drew the short stick. Oh yeah, and $1,500 of plumber bills.
Maybe I can stop the waterworks long enough to get some work done, but I'm not sure. Peculiar thing about me that I've done since I was a child - when I sob really hard, I start throwing up. I can remember my mom getting mad at me and saying "Stop crying so hard or you're going to throw up!" Every time I start this, I can hear her voice ringing out loud and clear. Now, if I could only turn this into a temporary eating disorder to lose some weight, then I might be on to something. Unfortunately, those things are temporary, so I'll pass. So much for joining the rec center.
Really, truly. I'll try to stop feeling sorry for myself. I know there are people far worse off than me who are battling much bigger problems. At least I'm relatively healthy. Heck, I could stop eating and live off my fat stores till I paid off the plumber. Yeah, that's the ticket.
4 Comments:
At 8:18 AM, January 08, 2009,
Anonymous said…
WE marry becaused we find someone to share with.
We find our best friend.
Or, you could say that we finally found the single person on the face of the planet that we want to aggravate for the rest of their life.:)
Rob
At 8:30 AM, January 08, 2009,
Anonymous said…
...or we find someone that we want to be aggravated by for the rest of our lives.
At 2:36 PM, January 08, 2009,
gsgitu said…
myself and my wife, that would be aggravator and agravatee, went through a study about a yr and a half ago that really helped with the bumps in the road of life. like a few months ago, microwave dies, car dies, kid needs tonsils out, then x-mas. we made the commitment to surrender everything to God. house, cars, money, kids, marriage, everything. it has made a huge difference in our everyday life and relationship. god will provide. throw all your troubles to him.
J
www.jashbaugh.com
At 12:49 AM, January 09, 2009,
Mo K said…
I used to ask those same questions, AoM, but not anymore. Mr. Mo and I have had our own individual share of "issues", along with the housing- money- and family-related ones. But when you realize you've married your best friend, and you recall your wedding vows (assuming you said the traditional ones-- they can keep that part about "obey" though ;-), it just reiterates how grateful you are to have each other to lean on. I'm sure AoD doesn't want you blaming yourself. These are things you deal with together, because you instinctively know that life isn't perfect, and sometimes you have to deal with unpleasantness. And sometimes it's for longer than we anticipated. For example, we never dreamed that Mr. Mo's Achilles heel injury would take two long years (no thanks largely to MRSA) to mend itself for good, and all of the complications during that time, along with a death and another serious injury in my immediate family.
Mid-2006 through most of 2008 feels like a write-off for us. We've finally seen our luck turn in 4th qtr '08. And ironically we have just more than half of our previous income now.
(I know I can't speak to the additional responsibility of raising children, so I realize you have a whole different dimension to your life, which is enormous.)
I echo "J". God is in control; there is a divine order to our lives, and much of it doesn't make sense to us, esp. when we're going through really trying times.
Be encouraged, hon.
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