My Name is Sarah

MY NAME IS SARAH. I am a quilt designer and the sewcial director of Sarah's Sewcial Lounge. I also have a business called Down Right Charming. I sell my quilts mostly on etsy and I make pillowcases to donate to patients in the hospital in memory of my friend Kristen Kirton. I am a young adult living with Down syndrome. I hope you enjoy reading about my life journey.

Wednesday, February 18, 2009

Mom has finally Cracked Under the Pressure

My dad took Matt and me to Columbus to see TJ. I was so happy to see him. My mom stayed home to get the house ready. Carpet or no carpet, we are moving back in. We are suppose to go home today, but she just called my dad and told him to keep us in Columbus for another day. She can tell you why...

...With news of the carpet being delayed for another two or three weeks, we decided we have to move back into the house. We are so broke, we don't even know how we would pay for one more night. You know how the experts recommend when you start a remodel project to double your anticipated costs, well how about tripling them. I just know I never want to go through this again. It worked out perfect that John could take the kids to stay in Columbus. We are very blessed to have our Buckeye vacation condo and so close to home.

I finished moving everything out of the hotel. I tried not to take too much there, but after three weeks things just have a way of accumulating. Once back at the house, I started a load of laundry and then headed up to sweep and vacuum one more time before I pulled the mattresses upstairs. I kept thinking I was hearing a funny noise, but ignored it. Then all of a sudden I hear a HUGE funny noise coming from downstairs. I run down and here is what I found...

The washing machine outflow hose is not draining properly. The entire extra large size load of water is on the floor and water is running down and behind the freshly painted wall...

...down the hallway...

...and into TJ's bedroom...
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And that's when I LOST IT. Three weeks of hotel living, a child not breathing in the back seat of a car followed by four nights in the hospital, another child being hit by a semi on the freeway, hearing angels, seeing angels, an empty checking account and weeks of little sleep and bad eating, all wrapped up into one phone call to the plumber that was suppose to have fixed this problem in the first place.
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Well, actually the first message wasn't too bad. It was when he called back and left a message telling me he didn't know what I was talking about and it was not his problem. I redialed his number and then I LET LOOSE. Every four letter, five letter and six letter word I had ever heard in my life, came uttering out of my mouth. I think I even made up a few new ones.
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The only problem. I wasn't talking to the plumber. A few years ago, AT & T split our county into two area codes and the invoice from the plumber for supposedly fixing this problem didn't have the area code on it. So I assumed it was the same as ours. Turns out it was not. I was screaming at the TOP OF MY LUNGS at a totally innocent man.
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An hour or so later, I track down the contractor and he comes running over to help cleanup the mess. And fix the wall that is now destroyed. But first he better find the blankedy, blank, plumber.
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And with that, I head to Caribou Coffee for a large Carmel High Rise with extra whip cream. I plop into an overstuffed leather chair in front of the warm fireplace and just sit and stare. I don't even care that I am wearing no makeup, my hair is barely combed, and I'm wearing crappy cleaning clothes. I just dare someone, anyone, to say just. one. word.
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A few lucious sips later, it hits me...if the carpet had not been defective...it would have been down. The brand new carpet could have been soaked. Boy I tell ya, that guardian angel has really been working overtime with the Ely family this month. I say a little prayer before pulling myself out of that big, comfy chair to head back home to keep on cleaning...and call that poor man back on his cell phone and apologize for my awful behavior.

10 comments:

JennyH said...

Oh my!! At least the carpet was not in yet! Hope the mess got cleaned up fast. I would have been furious! So funny about yelling at the wrong guy though!

Kristen said...

Oh wow!! What a discouragement!! You have been through so much, in such a short time. It's understanding your nerves are shot!! What a beautiful way to focus your thoughts on thinking how it could have been worse if the new carpet would have been laid.

Lacey said...

Everyone deserves to let loose a few four letter words when things just don't go right.

Nan P. said...

I know it is not funny, but the way you describe your "meltdown" made me chuckle. Let's just say that, if it had been me, I would have cracked way before you did.

But as you point out, things could have been worse, much worse. You know the phrase: "count your blessings"...

Chrystal said...

You are one good story teller!

Beth said...

Oh Wow! I don't know if I could have found the silver lining in that story as soon as you did. I would have just crumpled into tears, and then definitely had something stronger to drink!

Mel said...

I'm just glad I'm not the plumber, or the guy you thought was the plumber! Terribly stressful for you, but pretty funny for us ;)

WheresMyAngels said...

OMgosh, I just do not know how you have handled this. I would of needed a new script for sure!

I did have a laugh at your expense over the phone call.

Years ago I was being harrassed over the phone by an agency that said they were people with disabilities. I had been buying stuff from them and found out it had nothing to do with people with disabilities. They would not stop calling me and they kept HARRASSING me til I was in tears. I picked up the one and screamed the Big bad word followed by "YOU" and hung up. My dad called me later to tell me my mother was crying. Opps!

Cammie Heflin said...

Oh Joyce I am so happy that you are checking on Addy, I'm so sorry to hear about Sarah, I love that girl! I hope she improves soon too!

Melissa said...

OH MY GOODNESS, YOU POOR THING!!!
{{HUGS!!}}