…would you pray for me right quick? My brand spankin’ new washer isn’t working, and I’m about ready to have a meltdown. I have a splitting headache, I’m exhausted, trying to prepare for houseguests (whose sheets are stuck, soaking wet, in my washer) coming tonight and tomorrow, have a writing project due an hour ago that isn’t close to being finished, and the washer people just told us they can send a repairman…on December 30th and not a second before.
This is one of those gotta-pull-the-joy-out-of-somewhere-and-do-it-quick times. Not feeling it. Trying to choose it. Going to go get on my knees for a couple minutes.
EDIT: (5:05 pm) The blue is for how I’m feeling. Gabe and I just lugged our washer up the basement steps (me crying because it was so heavy), and he’s on his way to Lowe’s to get a new (and different) one. (the guy he talked to said this washer has been known to cause problems. nice.) I’m still crying and generally feeling sorry for myself and etc. and etc. And my cousin just called and asked if I could watch her little girl for a bit while she goes out to get her Christmas gifts. Sure, I said. Why not?
Uh, and Gabe just walked in the door. Got almost all the way to Lowe’s and realized he forgot his wallet. Hmmm.
And thanks already for the encouragement, friends. I do love a good xanga prayer chain. Hugs to you! I’m feeling better already. Because, seriously, what else could go wrong, right? (dumb, dumb question)
FINAL EDIT: (7:10 p.m.) Gabe got the new washer. We got it down the stairs. (with some nicks in our foyer linoleum) He hooked it up. My clothes are spinning and swishing happily. My cousin’s little girl is playing with my girlies. Gabe and I are getting ready to eat leftover pizza. Then the 3-hour writing/bathing/cleaning/clothes-washing marathon begins. And my sister and her hubby will be here! All is well. Thanks for praying! Love and smooches!