Although Christmas Day was everything it is supposed to be, the holiday season was not exactly what I’d call holly jolly. Instead, it was filled with one fiasco after another. Let me tell you about it.
Five days before Thanksgiving I walked into the kitchen and discovered that the hose to the water dispenser on the refrigerator had sprung a leak. Although there wasn’t a huge amount of water it was enough to soak the rug under the breakfast table. After trying to dry it with fans for a couple of days, we realized that the rug could not be salvaged. With Thanksgiving just around the corner my thoughts had to turn from Fiasco # One to the turkey and all its trimmings.
Eight days before Christmas the stainless steel water line to the sink ruptured, and I don’t mean a tiny little hole. I mean one as big as the end of your thumb spewing water five feet across the room. Thankfully, I was home and standing right beside the sink when it happened, but I could see that the entire first floor would be destroyed in a matter of minutes. I panicked! Thankfully, I was able to reach Waylon by phone. He calmly reminded me that I could turn the water off under the sink, but even then Fiasco # Two dumped 2-3 inches of scalding hot water on the floor in ten minutes.
If you’d like to know more I can give you a blow by blow account of what happened. It was pretty scary! Long story short I’ll just say— although SERVPRO did a great three-day job, you don’t ever want to need their assistance. Besides the dust and stress it was like sleeping on a tarmac for three nights with all the turbo fans blowing.
Fiasco # Three happened the day after Christmas. As we were getting ready to leave to visit our relatives in Alabama, Waylon took our suitcase downstairs. Just as he passed the study he noticed the carpet was wet—sopping wet. At that point he yelled, “Martha, come quick! We’ve got another water issue!”
I flew down the stairs thinking that surely he was mistaken. However, it took only one glance to know that we had a MAJOR water issue, but the cause was not apparent at first. The most logical culprit would have been the water hose on the washing machine in the laundry room adjacent to the study. But knowing I had not done a load of clothes that morning we quickly ruled that out.
After further investigation, we realized that the source of the problem was in the attic. Yep, you guessed it—the hot water heater had burst. The water had run down the wall into the study saturating not only the carpet but the sheetrock in the ceiling and walls as well. That meant that EVERYTHING in the study had to be moved into my living room and dining room further wrecking the house. As with fiasco # Two, there are far more details I can give you later if you’d like.
Four days after Fiasco # Three, we left for California to attend the Tournament of Roses Parade and the BCS National Championship game. I know, ladies, you feel my pain of having to leave my house in a mess. (Just so you won’t feel too badly for me, we had wonderful friends who completed a lot of the restoration before we returned from Pasadena). Nevertheless, it was very hard leaving our house in such disarray knowing I would have to face it as soon as I returned. However, that was not a problem for Waylon. For him, all of this could wait until THE GAME was over.
Fiasco # Four took place as our four hour nonstop flight to LA turned into a twelve hour ordeal after our plane developed a crack in the windshield fifteen minutes into our flight. You can read about it by clicking here.
In spite of it all, though, we had a great time in the Pasadena area. Seeing the parade was an awesome experience, especially after getting to watch the workers put the finishing touches on the floats the day before. Although Auburn lost, it was a great game—that is until the last seventy-nine seconds to be exact.
Having been up until way past midnight after the game, we planned to sleep in the next morning. However, when Waylon woke up, he discovered there was water all over the bathroom and foyer floors in our hotel room. I’m serious. We aren’t sure what had happened but the water obviously came from the room above ours. It was Fiasco # Five.
Now do you see why it was not exactly a holly jolly season? But wait—after all of that, I’ve discovered that my jeans have shrunk. Not sure how that happened. Perhaps I forgot and washed them in hot water or left them in the dryer too long. I just can’t figure it out. I’m sure it wasn’t the traditional holiday foods—ham, turkey, dressing, chicken and dumplings, sweet potato casseroles, congealed salads, pecan pies, red velvet cakes, hot chocolate, chips and dip, etc.—that had anything to do with my jeans feeling a little more snug than usual. And, of course, having a few In-N-Out burgers in LA wouldn’t have been a problem either, right? Does that qualify for Fiasco # Six?
I don’t know about you, but I’m ready to get back on track with a little normalcy and discipline in my life. I am totally out of sync, and if there’s one thing I know about myself it’s that I need a routine to feel secure. Right now I am a bit frustrated and out of control. Normally, by this time all the Christmas decorations would have been put away and my house put back in order. Not so this year!
Last Sunday my preacher-man husband’s sermon was on dealing with frustration. I’m not sure what all the points were but when he listed a few ways to deal with frustration and got to the one that said, “Expect the Unexpected” I wanted to clear my throat, raise my hand, and ask if I could give a testimony about the unexpected. I also wanted to ask how many unexpecteds I should expect.
Actually, we shouldn’t be surprised by times of frustration and trouble in life. In John 16:33 Jesus said, “In this world you will have trouble.” He also said not to worry about tomorrow because “each day has enough trouble of its own” (Matthew 6:34). Somehow that’s not exactly comforting to me right now, but I know that Jesus was trying to help us look at life from a realistic perspective.
Hopefully, with Bible study resuming today I will begin to regain my focus. I’m trusting that the fruit of the Holy Spirit does include self-discipline and patience because I really need both of them. Actually, I’m praying for a fresh dose of all of the fruit—love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, and self-control (Galatians 5:22-23).
So, whether you had a holly jolly Christmas or not or if your jeans are fitting the way you want them to, I hope you have a blessed day. Thanks for stopping by my blog today!