You know, for the past 9 years I have attended...or planned on attending Women's Conference. A wholesome thing to do...right? You think that the powers that be would see that as a good and needed thing for me...right? I guess not. The afternoon before the morning I am supposed to leave, while I was doing Laundry, Sarah comes up to me an informs me that her Young Women's activity is a swimming party and she needs a new suit NOW...of course. So I quickly throw another load of wash in the washer and run up to Walmart with Sarah and Jacob to find a suit...so she can attend her church activity. We come home about 45 minutes later to find our house flooded with water. Long story short...Washing machine decided to leak all the water on my floors....you remember my floors...right? Yeah, those floors and the floors in my office and pantry as well. Well, after a call to my insurance company, within hours my beautiful new floors are torn up (and looking like the before pictures) and giant fans have been strategically placed through out my house to drive me crazy with constant, loud humming. No I guess they are really there to prevent mold from growing in all of my walls and causing horrible health conditions for me and all who enter my house.
Needless to say...and I waited as long as possible to be sure...but I had to cancel my flights to and from Utah...and say good bye to Women's Conference. I really needed, wanted, looked forward to Women's Conference this year...Whatever. So why? Why on the afternoon before I leave does this happen? So I could have a big fight with my ex-husband that ends in his calling the police on me...Yes...he did it again. So instead of being spiritually uplifted and recharged, I get a torn up house, a fight with my X and constant humming. I think that time of month is just around the corner as well...Fortunate for me, I don't have my kids so I can sit in my disaster...alone.
Sometimes, I just don't get it.