Leaves one thinking . . . “what’s next?”
It has been a fairly crazy week and by crazy I mean exhausting. There comes a point during all of the madness where trying to figure out how to handle all of it, alone, begins to feel like it isn’t really even a viable possibility.
Wednesday morning I went downstairs to grab some breakfast before leaving for work and found my dining room floor carpeted with flying ants. They were already dead because every year I have a few weeks at the beginning of summer that I have a couple of sugar ants come to visit so the ant “hotels” had already been placed by the sliding glass door and I had already sprayed. I grabbed the vacuum, sucked them up and sprayed again.
However when I got home that night, I was greeted by another floor full of dead flying ants. It was disturbing. Again I vacuumed them up and sprayed. This now has been a routine for the last couple of days. I have been told that flying ants are only a problem for two weeks and that essentially I should just deal with it for a while and they will be gone. I am not quite sure how I feel about that.
Thursday I had a plumber come to my house because I was beginning to see indications of an issue. It took him only a few minutes to not only confirm what I thought was the issue but further explain that he would have to put a big hole in my living room wall to fix it. That made me all sorts of happy. While it only took him two minutes to diagnose that problem and then another two minutes to tell me that I am also at a point that I need to replace my water heater, it took him 56 minutes to tell me all why I am still single. I didn’t know him until he stepped foot into my house, so within four minutes he had figured out everything that was holding me back from marriage. That was interesting!**By the way, I am not married because I am intimidating. I am beautiful, well educated and independent. Men just can't deal with that because they need to feel like the hero and the provider. Please remember this is within four minutes, all of which was conversing about my plumbing issues. I suppose that plumbing must say a lot about a person because I positive that I didn’t said anything about my personal life the whole time he was there.
This morning I woke up feeling really good. I had managed to get all of my visiting teaching done the night before and I even got to speak to two of the women which almost never happens and I was able to prepare my lesson for Saturday morning that I am teaching. I also wasn’t rushing to get to work because my house was going to get fixed.
I went downstairs and pulled out the vacuum and found my dining room floor after sucking up what seemed like a million new flying ants. Then the plumber called to tell me that the parts he needed wouldn’t be in stock until Tuesday and so my house wouldn’t be fixed until Wednesday.
Still things weren’t terrible. I would only be about an hour late for work which isn’t the end of the world. I gathered my stuff, set my alarm and went to get into my car. There are times when one more thing is just one too many things. I had a flat tire. Needless to say, I was a little more than an hour late for work.
The silver lining . . . .
Well there were probably still some tears rimming my eyes when I walked into the tire shop because the men were extremely friendly. When they finished fixing the problem with my tire, they charged me nothing.