Was it Really a Bad Day?

Yes. Yes it was. 

Saturday, March 8, 2014

Nick and I woke up with a fierce plan for the day and quickly determined who would be in charge of each task. Nick would fix the faucet leak and paint the ceilings in preparation for our meeting with the realtor to list our home. I would take Isabelle to dance and Henry to soccer. We would meet for lunch, go home for nap, I would bake a cake, and we would all head out at four to have dinner at a friend's house. It was a top notch plan. I'll give you a brief play by play of what actually happened. 

1. Isabelle had a dress rehearsal for dance class so I helped her into her costume once we arrived. She was pretty unhappy with the costume, proclaiming, "it is itchy like paper. i really hate it." She made it through class, but said she got a cut on her finger from the scratchy skirt. I'm not sure what's going to happen at the actual performance on Thursday. We left class to collect Henry for soccer and Isabelle did a little talking in the backseat. She said, "I'm imagining that I have all the art stuffs back here in my seat. I'm going to draw textures, princesses and moo-moos." She's always pretty good for a laugh.  

2. We successfully collected Henry and started our drive to the rec center for soccer. We were moving at a pretty good clip when there was a large noise resulting in a flat tire. A brand new tire, flat. I made it to the rec center and called Nick to lend a hand. He was right in the middle of painting, but took a break to drive over. Naturally, he got stopped by a rather long train. And, at the same time, my email account was hacked. If you received a strange email from me, I'm real sorry. 

3. We coordinated an effort to get the tire replaced in no time. Nick put the spare on and I followed him to the tire shop, assuming it would be a quick and free fix as we just replaced all of our tires. Not so much. I guess I ran over a screw and that is not covered by the warranty so they tried a repair for 25 bucks. Of course it couldn't be repaired so we were in for a new tire. Don't worry, the tire wasn't in stock and our car had a sleepover at the shop.

4. We finally arrived back home. The kids took a rest, I baked a bundt and Nick continued painting. Although we ran out of paint and had to go back out to buy more, the painting got done and my bundt turned out without getting stuck in the pan. Finally, a victory!

Here are the really awesome outcomes of our kinda crap day:

- We were lose sleep worried about the water/faucet leak. There was a steady drip from our shower into the basement. We were sure it was a pipe and going to cost one million dollars to fix. Nick called his dad and the two of them talked through the problem. His dad is seriously a genius. There has never been a time when he couldn't help us with home and car issues. Nick's dad concluded that we simply needed to replace the faucet in the shower. No joke, it totally fixed the problem. Pete Bruecken, I love you. 

- We have two cars. Our flat tire situation could have been much more chaotic had Nick not been able to drive our second car to help out.

- We managed to still make it out to our friend's home for dinner. A couple and their new baby were in town so we were able to enjoy their wonderful company which is always a joy. I had a major snuggle session with the baby and got to rock her to sleep for a little snooze. It was pretty awesome. 

- Our weekend ended with our number one goal achieved: a successful meeting with our realtor. She put a lockbox on our door and the house should be listed by Monday. 

It's for real this time and we are pumped about the process. We have been ready to go for some time now so when that lockbox went on I did a dance of joy. 

We were pretty stressed on Saturday, but I only cried once and I don't think I yelled. Although, I'm not 100% on that one.

I decided I wanted to share the events of the day because really, they weren't that bad in the grand scheme of things. In the moment, though, we couldn't have felt more sorry for ourselves and my anxiety level was straight through the roof. But, none of what happened was life threatening or dire. Sometimes perspective is important because what happened on Saturday was not horrible, it just didn't go as we had planned. What happened was life. And you know what? Life's not that bad. 

-maggie