I've had to take two freezing cold showers in the past two days.
My water heater pilot light went out. And after numerous attempts on my end to fix it- and my dad patiently walking his OCD daughter through the steps a thousand times to ensure my house didn't explode- still, no cigar.
I know people say it's part of owning a house. It's part of being an adult. This is what we do! We work hard and earn a paycheck so we can pay our bills... and fix things. And sometimes squeeze in a little bit of fun.
Lately, it seems like that "fun" is replaced with one grown-up, adult to-do item after another. The water heater is last- but certainly not THE last- in a long line of fix-its this year including four tires, brake pads, a dead mouse removal... and a partridge in a pear tree?!
So, naturally, I've thrown the ultimate pity party. There are days it seems hard and daunting and overwhelming to be "on your own"- even though I have tons of friends and an amazing family who is always there to help.
And some days, I can't believe it have to DO IT ALL. Like, pay the bills AND get an oil change AND make an appetizer for a party AND do the laundry/clean the house/call the insurance agent AND work all day, like, full-time?!
Pity party, table for 1.
The reality is- I'm a grown-up who still needs to throw an occasional temper tantrum.
And then, once that temper tantrum is over, I'm overwhelmed with a new sensation- how lucky, how blessed am I that these are my troubles?
That usually quiets the whine pretty fast.
Because the truth is, I'm blessed beyond measure. Everything always works out. I have a support system that is unmatched.
In fact- the only thing I'm missing? A hot shower.
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