This morning I got up and realized that the house was much too cold.
The furnace was out for the second time this winter.
DearDR got up, reset the circuit breakers (we’re in an all-electric house), and changed the furnace filter for the second time this winter.
The furnace shut off again in less than an hour.
It’s getting to be a little much. I am sure that the universe does not have it in for me. Honest.
It has it in for DearDR. The rest of us are just collateral damage.
DearDR is the love of my life and my partner and there have been times that he has been my hero. Right now, though, we seem to be up to our necks in this together. We feel like deer in the headlights: frozen, unable to move, unable to get out of the way of what is coming right at us.
Right now I am just wishing for another body, another person to take some of the weight. Help with the back and forth with the kids. Maybe nose around for a car for us. Just… another team mate, another member we could count on.
But it’s just DearDR and me and one car and two kids and three jobs and a furnace on the fritz.
We are camped out at my in-laws. They are in Florida — those lucky so-and-sos. I have to go back and forth a few times tonight so we’re ready for the morning. DearDR is working on the furnace with a buddy of his who knows about such things.
I’m praying my ass off (yeah, I know: too late), mostly that we will just get by, get out of it. I don’t need a lot of good stuff — the girls are fine, we have a roof over our heads, our jobs, one car. I just need it to be a little easier, especially for DearDR. We need fewer plates to spin, to keep up in the air. That doesn’t seem too much to ask.
Countdown to the Burgh Moms dinner: Three days. I think I miscounted on yesterday’s post — wordpress throws me off with its posting time.