The much-needed break from everything and focus on getting the farmhouse rented, the electricity in the kitchen repaired, and dealing with the contractor. He hit the gate again. Communication and self-care are the most frugal things one can do. A New England woman has bluntness imprinted on her soul. Last week, I lost every bit of my sense of humor. I had spent the morning crying, I am not one to cry. The contractor called to whine to my husband that I had insulted him, my husband didn't skip a beat, he told him I was just getting geared up. Believe me, I have said far worse, I should have said a lot worse. I could have been louder than the gentle, much-deserved shaming I gave him.
My run away from home weekend cost nothing, except a few dollars of gas. I packed a cooler with raw foods and green drinks. The weekend of silence was wonderful. I wasn't in front of the screen for 72 hours. I realized that I have spent 10,557 days in motherhood, I have never been by myself. Mind you, I have never regretted being a young parent, nor do I regret adopting my kids. I have been a parent for a very long time.
This morning my elderly neighbor came to the gate and told me she was stunned that I ran away from home. How she wished she had done that when she had enough in the early years of her marriage.
Our electrical issue could have been a lot more serious because of the gas line The electrical contractor needed to return today to fix it. The was too tall to go under the crawl space. They had such a late start on Friday; they couldn't find a small person to go under the house. My husband took the dog camping, so none of us was home.
Sometimes, God works in mysterious ways. None of us were home this week. The repair that was needed was around the gas line. I would have been cooking Friday night as always. I felt the need to NOT be here. Our children had already asked to go to their friends.
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