Well, it's been one heck of a week over here. First, just as we were packing to leave for Ohio on Tuesday, an upstairs pipe burst in our apartment building and we had a leak of epic proportions. I'm talking water streaming down the bedroom and kitchen walls. Which is never a good thing. Almost a week later, we're still trying to get our apartment management to actually FIX the damage, dealing with mildewed belongings, and just thanking G-d that the scrappy room was spared. Thank heaven for small mercies:)
If that wasn't interesting enough, as we drove into Columbus on Wednesday, I got four phone calls from my parents in a five minute period. What was the emergency, you ask? Oh, just some wild animals on the loose in Zainesville, Ohio. About 50 animals to be exact! Zainesville happens to have one of the best Targets in our grand nation (in my humble opinion), but I didn't really want to fight a cheetah for the last Missoni tidbits, so I passed.
And then, to cap off the day. . . . S got hit by a car Wednesday night as he walked home from the synagogue. Thank G-d he escaped with only a concussion, but needless to say it was very VERY stressful. Emergency rooms are not usually on my holiday roundup. A few days later, I still look over at him all the time and feel overwhelmed with gratitude that he's still here. And fear, because loving someone is scary business. You never know exactly how things will end, and life can change in a moment, with the sudden rush of taillights on a dark road.
So with all of the stress going on right now, I'm mostly grateful. Grateful that these are my problems, and not another set. I'll take 'em!