This Is A Test…..

So I have been hitting some pretty big highs lately. Nothing too huge, but little daily miracles happen all the time, and I am just simply amazed at how far I have come in my healing process.

But now, the testing has begun…

Just last Thursday, I opened an email from Ted meant to royally piss me off, which it did….for 5 minutes. Shortest ever. Then I started laughing at his attempt to create problems vs co-parenting. He was billing me for 350$ worth of school supplies and told me it had to be paid in less than two weeks.

I replied that if he was going to suddenly start billing me for things he never asked me to pay in the past, then he needed to start contributing to Kristy’s dance clothing, shoes, recital costume, class and actually attend her recital. No response.

Over the weekend, I came down with a heck of a cold that seems to be leading to bronchitis. I currently sound like a frog and have no money for cold meds.

Then yesterday, I picked the kids up from school, ran some errands, and when I arrived home there was antifreeze pouring out of the bottom of my car, running down the driveway. My brother was too busy to come over, so Dane, from 437 miles away saved the day once again. To make a long story short, I am sitting in the dealership service department right now to learn if the leak was from a bad seal that is a recall. Praying it is….

A few hours later, I went out into the garage to find a container to mix antifreeze in( so I could get the kids to school this morning then drive across town to the dealership without my engine blowing.) I saw a puddle on the garage floor….leading up to my hot water heater. I called Dane again, for about the 10th time since seeing the antifreeze fountain.

ME: I don’t know whether to laugh or cry at my day.

DANE: What’s wrong

ME: There’s water on the floor in the garage leading up to the water heater.

DANE: Don’t worry about it. I will take care of it. I will be there in two weeks and put in a new one.

AND THAT is how to diffuse me. He knows just what to say exactly when I am freaking out. Little miracle right there.

Then another one.

First…pause for the back story…Last spring my grandpa was very sick with pneumonia and refused to go to the doctor. I drove over with my breathing treatment machine and my only Mucinex, asking God on the way to somehow allow me a way to get more if I got sick and needed it.

Now back to the present. Kristy started complaining about a sore throat while doing homework last night. She only wanted her special cider and only in the special cup with the lid. Standing on a chair, digging through the back of the tallest cabinet looking for the special stinking stupid lid, I spotted an entire sheet of Mucinex. I never would have found it if it wasn’t for that stinking stupid missing lid. Standing on the kitchen chair in the middle of the kitchen, I exclaimed “ Well holy shit!” then started waving the mucinex in the air and singing “Jesus loves me this I know…” to a giggling Kristy.

Now don’t go judging me. I’m a work in progress.

The service technician I freaked out to on the phone last night just came to talk to me…no word yet, but if it is not the recalled seal but the water pump, no worries, it’s covered under warranty. Miracle.

Luckily, my day could be easily re-arranged, with no work lined up for today. I got up early to pack and lug my laptop and mobile modem, so I could camp out here all day if needed.

It’s all going to be ok. I truly believe it, and I’m not just talking about my car.  My life is changing because I am, and I’m never looking back.