It’s Sunday morning when I’m typing this and, as I do on every Sunday morning, I’m listening to the Christian radio station here in town as I work…the song that just came on was Death Was Arrested which is one of my FAVES! I love all of the lyrics to this song and if you haven’t heard it, you should listen. Your grace so free washes over me. Dang, that’s so good. It’s your endless love pouring down on us. Yes. You should really listen to the whole song.
Anyway…as we all know, 2020 has not been a banner year. I know we all have a long list of reasons why, a few of mine would include (but are not limited to) Ashby has now missed two surgeries and two MRIs which help us locate and remove clots and aneurysms which if not found can in fact be deadly. She has one (finally!) this Friday, but my mama heart has struggled over the last six months worrying about the unseen. My grandfather’s brother passed away in March and like so many of you with your loved ones, I had to watch the funeral on Facebook Live because no more than 10 could gather to remember the life of a man who should have so many more present. I didn’t get to hug his wife and tell her how sorry I am about her loss either, which makes me sad. And my travel agency? Well, geez. You pour your life into a business every single day for 8 years and now, it’s completely upside down. There aren’t enough words to describe my thoughts on the travel industry right now. I mean, my year has not looked worse than any of yours, it’s just been a really bad year for EVERYONE…so when my house flooded on Friday night, let’s just say, I wasn’t surprised because #2020. Sigh.
Around 8:00 PM on Friday night, due to a storm and the construction going on at my house, my first floor flooded until 6:00 AM. When I say flooded, I mean FLOODED. We had neighbors over, the Slaughters were over, we used over 200 towels, buckets, a water removal company showed up at 1:30, the construction crew was all there…there were so many people trying to remove the water, but it literally rained inside my house. It POURED. My living room, breakfast nook, patio, guest bathroom, master bedroom, master bath and my closet are all being gutted now (all the way back to the studs), and they’re deciding today for how long my house will be uninhabitable. I mean…of course it is. Guys, it could be SO MUCH WORSE! I even thought “maybe I won’t share this with my peeps online because I know so many of you have had fires and floods, so this really isn’t a big deal”, but the fact that I was posting a lot of pics from home home and yard and now, zip, would probably tip you guys off. I like to be transparent, so here it goes.
My house is a disaster.
But it’s really going to be okay.
It’s just a house. It’s just things. Seriously, we’re fine.
In fact, I never one time cried, NOT ONCE, until I sat down to type this to you guys! Geez. I’m such a baby. I’m listening to Christian music and telling my internet friends and that’s when I cry. Now, I’m laughing at how insane I am. 😉
Do you know what this has taught me? How freaking amazing people are. Friends, neighbors, family, were at my house removing buckets of water all through the night and then the next morning, they were back at my house cleaning up, removing towels, washing and drying things and bring them back. I mean to tell you, amazing.
So, that’s where we are, I’m sitting at my bar right now (we’re still nailing down where we’re going…hopefully today, we’ll know!), typing this with 42 fans blowing. 42. BUT it will be fixed! We’ll maybe live somewhere else a bit and call it an adventure or vacation, but we’re fine. I just wanted to tell you guys. I’m going to still try and blog this week because clearly, I need the outlet (I mean, you guys made me cry this morning!). We’re fine. I’m fine. It’s all fine. It’s messy, but it’s fine. All of those years being married to a State Farm agent finally paid off 😉 . He’s about ready to transfer me and my questions to another team member in his office though. Ha! I’m the one client he has that he literally cannot get away from.
That’s all. You stink, 2020. I think we can all agree that it’s time to move on to 2021.
Love you ladies. I will see you TOMORROW!! xoxo Shay