Tensions are high here in the ShadowRun household. My ‘weekend’ isn’t quite turning out the way I had planned.
There’s been some sloughing alright, but only because I’m too down in the dumps to really do anything.
I awoke early yesterday to get some exercise in before our ride down to get the motorcycles serviced. The plan was to get them serviced early so we could have a longer ride later.
Long story short, my battery was dead again. We connected it to the charger. Nothing. Hubby tried to jump start it like he’d done many times before. This time, however, ended in catastrophe. I won’t go into details, but both Hubby and my Shadow are little scratched and bruised.
We canceled our service appointment, and with a heavy heart (more for my hubby than my Shadow), I decided to wash my car instead. Seems there may be no ridin’ this weekend.
The one highlight of yesterday was lunch. We took the kids to Applebee’s for Chip’s birthday celebration. I always enjoy being in a relaxed setting with them. They’re funny kids, and get along so well when they’re together. I really hope to do it more often.
Today didn’t start out any better. I have a new battery for the motorcycle, but I’m not pushing for Hubby to put it in. I started to do it, but don’t trust myself at all. So I put it aside and planned to mow the lawn.
Then the rains came. And came. And came. My spirits were dampened even more since I feel like I’m hogging all of Abby’s rain.
Worse yet, we found a letter from Chip’s school saying that he wasn’t accepted into the Nursing program since his scores weren’t high enough.
This news was enough for Hubby to drag all the boys out of bed for another good talkin’ to. All of it needed to be said, of course. I’ve written before about how lackadaisical they are being. But the tension in the air was increased tenfold.
I often like to imagine that the events, good or bad, that happen in my life are signs. Signs that I should or shouldn’t be doing something. Or perhaps signs that the kids should or shouldn’t be doing something.
I don’t know.
Sometimes I view them as hurdles. Last week when my motorcycle battery was dead, it was a sign. This time I view it as a hurdle. But what if it should be a sign? And is Chip’s letter of non-acceptance a sign or a hurdle?
I really don’t know.
But I do know I don’t like all the tension. So I did what I do best in times of distress.
I baked. A fresh peach cobbler.
At least our bellies are a little happier.
And the sun should be shining tomorrow. Perhaps it will be a sunnier day for me as well.