As Bette Davis said in the movie classic "All About Eve," " Fasten your seat belts. It’s going to be a bumpy night!" Well, it isn’t night but I believe you get the picture.
The Girl left her job on good terms with all in the office. Quite plainly, she told an untruth about not having childcare. I do not condone this but it has to be on her conscience, not mine. Thank you so much for all your well thought out suggestions.
The same day The Girl left her position (yesterday), The Boy crashed my car. He is fine. Thank you, God! My car is not. He was going, at most, 30 MPH and rear ended a pick up truck. The truck driver saw that he had no damage and took off. Not a mature thing to do. Probably didn’t have a license or maybe was uninsured. This all happened in rush hour traffic on a highway. The Boy called us and we rushed to the scene to make sure he was safe. He was. Now the fun begins.
You see, The Boy was not where he was supposed to be. Himself checked the odometer before our ds left the house and let him know he would be checking it when he got home. (The Boy has been using my car for cruising and that had to stop.) Well, all it took was a call from a friend asking to get a ride and my son changed direction. Then the crash.
The Boy slept for thirteen hours straight when we got home. He says he is still in shock and doesn’t know what happened. I think I can fill in the missing moment: loud music, friend in car, cell phone (possibly).
Now Himself and I have to come up with a fit punishment for his disobedience, not the crashed car. He was already grounded this weekend for breaking curfew. This is going to be a tough one. Our instruction manual on raising teenagers must have gotten lost in the mail.
The nor’easter had our sump pump working full-time but we still got water in the basement. The dehumidifier and fan are taking the dampness out but it is still producing that, "Can you say ewww?!?" smell. As we are experienced with this from having a leak in the basement, we know the smell will dissipate. It is the waiting that is so gnarly.
Through all this I can still say with conviction that my God is an awesome God. When I feel I can not go on, He takes over. His shoulder is wide and always available for me to rest my head upon. The trick is to let go of trying to control situations and let God guide me. It is a hard thing to do. However, pride, the root of all that is bad in this world, must be shoved aside so that God can do His perfect work in me.
I hope that all of you rode out the storms that raged across much of the North America last weekend and are safe. Be well, gail
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