Via Ann Shen at Annplified
Rally Cry:
I’m serving notice to my soul. And to IZ’s. Because right now, we need to remember that giving up is not an option.
I haven’t been blogging because I’ve been crazy lady painting and getting out the last orders for Christmas from Mireio and dreading. Maybe it’s self-fullfilling prophecy, but I’ve been waiting for another shoe to drop and it finally did in the form of an email demanding more money. Much more money. Money we never heard about, never agreed to, wasn’t allotted by the insurance, and far beyond our means. Money we asked about over and over and were told, “Oh, no, we’re square.”
Which meant work stopped on our home. I have doors placed, but frames are missing. Wood floors laid, but no trim to hide the poor job done cutting. (I’m told that’s how all wood floors are done.) Lots of unpainted surfaces. Tons of trim just waiting to be cut with no means to do so.
We’ve been patient and forgiving. The marble floors that were marred. The 12″ scar in my brand new tub. The work-arounds, late starts, non starts, bad attitudes, garbage piled on my porch for weeks. (so bad, that a rat found one of the vats of left-over drywall mixture and drowned and then proceeded to rot.)
I’ll admit that I’ve lost my faith in anyone who wears a tool belt. And I’m heartbroken to see the state of my home. Which, should have been done with just enough time to bake a few cookies and decorate a tree. Restore some semblance of normalcy to our lives after 6 months of this state of chaos.
Instead, I’m sitting with that feeling. Beating despair back.
So, I’m serving notice to my soul. And to IZ’s as well. Don’t give up. We don’t know what the future holds. What the remedy will be or if there will even be one.
But giving up is not an option. Until it is. And then we will wait for grace.
Love you. So much. (And have voodoo dolls waiting. Seriously. Click here: http://www.thinkgeek.com/homeoffice/supplies/b3a7/ )
This makes me SICK for you! I wish we lived closer. My husband is a construction genius and hasn’t been working at all lately. I know that he would help out if he could; the man has many rough edges, but a kind soul. Hoping for better news soon! xoxo
Thank you. I won’t give up. Neither should you. We’ll be OK. We’ll get through. We’re good that way, you know? And when we look back – perhaps we’ll see the grace that doesn’t always seem so apparent in the moment. For me, I’ll take it tonight in the form of a Christmas tree – something I wasn’t sure we were getting – but am so happy to have – and so glad we could get it together.
Good gravy!
And you WILL be ok. It may take longer than you’d like, but it will be ok. Also, refer to your Nov 27th post – inspiring words.
It’s times like these that I really curse the scientists that haven’t come up with an affordable actualization of the Star Trek transporter beam and other methods of teleportation so that I could be there in an instant, doling out hugs, help and humour. Stupid scientists.