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.