And it’s only Wednesday.

Monday we got some sad news from one of Chris’ best friends.  The Rueb’s were family to Chris and have become family to Shane and I.  Their family can use everyone’s thoughts and prayers right now.

Tuesday morning found me having to acknowledge my widowhood while with our son at his first ER visit where he left with 5 stitches in the area just outside of his eye.

Tuesday evening found that same 3 year old being a hero as he came to get me to “come see, Mommy, come see” and dragged me by the hand over to the furnace room closet.  There were awful noises coming from within and as (my) luck would have it, the expansion tank “sprung a leak” and there was water all over the floor, the walls and the furnace.  The next 30 minutes found me inside the furnace closet ladling water from one pot to another (thanks, Jay!) and ended with an emergency service call from the oil company.  Could’ve been a lot worse, at least the new tank was covered by our service contract.  But perhaps next time I’ll pay a little more attention to my mom when she asks me what that sound is (sorry, Mom!)

And this morning I heard the weather forecast for the weekend, and for the 2nd time, in as many weeks, it looks like we’ll have to postpone our (much needed) trip to PA to spend the weekend with the Buesings.  Hopefully next weekend will be our lucky one.

I’m just about at the end of my rope.  I think widows should all receive a “get out of jail free” pass.  In other words, we should be “pardoned” from any other crap that life wants to toss at you.  Every widow in the world should have her own personal goalie-tended safety net.  The big guy with all the gear would stand in front of you and would block all the bad that life wants to dish out.  Only the good things would get through.  Widowhood, and grieving in general, is hard enough.  It equates to a lifetime of pain and suffering and there’s very little room left to deal with anything else.

Here’s to hoping things turn around quickly.  And then stay headed in that direction . . .