Things are breaking. First, my water heater…and now my sprinklers, oven, and — the newest addition — my dishwash.
When I found the puddle of water under the sink, followed by the undrained water in my dishwasher, I wanted to cry.
One by one, the appliances in my house are breaking. It’s as if the house is saying “You don’t need a roof over your head; you need to eat.” And I DO need to eat, but I also need to relax and enjoy some worry-free days. Is that too much to ask?
I am going to crawl under a rock for a while. Let me know when it’s all over. Or at least let me know when L is back so that I can crawl back into his arms and cry.