Yesterday was a doozy.  A plenitude of variables all seemed to collide and culminate into a sunset hour meltdown by both myself and Jeb.

Maybe I’m feeling tighter as it’s been three weeks of solid parenthood without reprieve – Jeb’s dad is out-of-town.  It could also be the two fundraisers in my ‘spare’ time and the postering task I was assigned that spans two cities.  The extra work hours this month. No school for Jeb all next week.  And then thrown into the mix is the fact that I have no hot water at my house.

I’m going on day six since the nanny goat in heat tried to charge me and my hot water heater sprung a leak.

I haven’t wanted to mention the hot water thing, really.  Like somehow if I don’t make it a big deal then maybe it won’t be one.  But I’m growing tired of playing Little House on the Prairie, boiling water to do dishes.  We’ve been showering at a friend’s.

Today was supposed to be the day that all was repaired.  Instead, my closet/laundry/storage room was in disarray.  My baskets moved aside to make room for copper pipes.  Wet rags amassed in corners, too close to my boxes of photographs and journals.  The entire door unhinged, mosquitos buzzing about my hanging clothes, my underwear in view of the repair man.  Ugh!

These thing – relatively minor from a vast world perspective, but monumental in my limited little world of Jessica – these things tipped me over into meltdown city.  And Jeb came tumbling after.
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