Tonight, I just don't know what to say about life being unscripted. I feel like I was in a bad episode of reality tv. I say again who needs drama from reality tv, it seems to just occur naturally in my life.
We are having some water pressure issues with our rental, and chances are that my landlord may have to come out. Problem is with extended family here that is difficult....the yard needs to be cleaned up...their tent that they moved out of needs to be taken down, and we have alot more animals on property then we are suppossed to.
I have been working on my bedroom the past 2 to 3 weeks seemingly
only making things worse. I had to clean out my kids play room so that extended family could move inside which meant i still had a few unpacked
boxes from our move in August that had not been touched. Anyway as we
we arranged things more got dumped in my bedroom and it was made worse.
The first pictures shows sort of how it started, but i had made a few
improvements like hanging some pictures and putting my husbands banner
over the bed trying to make him his own haven while we have 11 people in
the house instead of the usual 4 i wanted him to feel like he had a
space of his own. I also hooked up the wii in our bedroom and made my
son a quiet place he could read since he now shares his bedroom with 4
other kids...including his sister.....
This morning I did make
our bed and put our electric blanket on. I
folded two loads of laundry and put clean clothes away. Everything that hasn't had a home has found a way into my room. The
problem is extra bodies are occupying spaces that other things may
normally go. I had an issue before with cleaning too and de-cluttering
so they are not the only reason for the problem if I am being honest.
So far I do have two very large contractor bags to go out to be donated
and lots of trash has been thrown out I am sure.
So in the spirit of being a real person I want to continue sharing my day with you though it will be hard. It was a tough day in the middle of cleaning my room i was cursing and shouting feeling like I hated everything because I was trying to make some window coverings and it was just not working. I wondered why God gave me charge to keep a home, but when I try to complete a project I feel like anything I try to create fails. (that is another issue for a different day) I gave up on the window coverings and hung up some blankets to the windows trying to keep the draft out (our room always feels colder then other parts of the house in the evenings which isn't a good thing in winter. ) I proceeded to ask my husband in a phone coversation if I could just buy curtains from walmart or some place like that as my Christmas gift for our room, that I am tired of trying to thrift to find just the right thing. He seemed to agree, and my curtain rod fell down, so he promised to eventually help me find a way to make it stay.
After dinner, I needed to go let out my bestie's dog because they are away on a tini tiny family vaca in orlando. I was excited to get a moment to myself, hubby was keeping the kids, and simply asked that I pick up some ice cream on the way home. I was leaving and grabbed my little yorkie from the yard and took him for the ride to visit with the other dog. I have not spent alot of time with my little buddy in a while given all the circumstances. I was headed to Auni L's place, and I must have been lost in thought...(I WAS NOT ON MY CELL PHONE AT THE TIME!)
When i went to turn into the development where Aunti L lives, I must have been lost in thought, and I cut someone off, I didn't notice until after I had turned in and hear someone stopping abrubtly. Now i stopped after I turned in because I really don't know exactly what happened, but I obviously cut the guy off, but no one got hurt,and I thought the vehicle kept going...so I went on about my task. A minute or so passes and the lights of a very large SUV are on my bumper, I turn, and the vehicle turns too....so I decide not to go to my friend house. I take alot of side turns to see if the vehicle is following me.....and IT IS....so at this point I am nervous, and I do find my cell phone....I call my husband to explain what happened and ask his advice....he says if you see a cop, pull up to it...etc, but either way come home......so I try to, and the vehicle is following me.....we get to a stop light and we are finally different lanes, I still have my husband on the line in case something goes wrong he could at least call 911...A guy is knocking on my window telling me to roll it down. It is pitch black and we are a stop light, and I know I am at fault but I refuse to roll my window down. The guy begins to sware at me etc, telling me how I almost killed everyone etc, and I must have been on my cell phone not paying attention. I try to tell him that is not what happened and I try to apologize, but his anger is so big he just keeps cussing me through my window. Thankfully he got back in his SUV and went on his way.....I feel terrible...I tried to tell the guy that everyone makes mistakes...and I was sorry....but in his anger he couldn't hear me. I take a moment as I continue from the stop light, I wonder why God made me in such a way that I feel like now matter how big my pile of "good intentions " is that I feel more like a hurricane that always leaves a path of destruction behind. I also thank God that no one was hurt. I ask HIM to help me be a more alert driver, because I don't know where my head was, and I pray that the other driver will be able to forgive me. I also hope that the next time I am angry with someone that I can give them the mercy that the gentleman was unable to extend to me. So I want to store this event in my memory bank and to try and remember not to be a screaming tyrant the next time I am involved in an unexpected incident with someone i may or may not know.
I wish I had been like Wylie Cyote from Looney Tunes and had a sign stash I could have used to say "I am sorry."
I know this was long, if you read all of it, thank you for stopping by. I texted Aunti L about what happened, and I do accept full responsibility for the incident. She says we should write a book about our tribulations. The things we feel like we experience. It's 9:32 now...we have had Frosty's from Wendy's, I have tucked all the dogs that I am able to in the shed. My room is not quite done, but completion will have to wait until a different day. Tomorrow my husband has the day off, who knows what it will hold. We all make mistakes at times and need a little.........
Have a good night, I am thankful that tomorrow brings a new dawn!