I wish I could say that every day was as fun as our Pioneer Day! Yesterday was not. At moments, I'd put it in the category of Sophia's Top Ten Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Days. BUT, other moments felt like "Love you Forever". I hate that I'm about to blog this entry, but there's no sense in trying to hide it. It is what it is. This past week, I've been moved to tears by the private emails of so many people in such similar nightmares. If my thoughts on all of this can be of benefit to one, then I will continue to be open about it all. I honestly and truly believe that no matter how bad it gets, there is something that can be of greater benefit from every situation. Here's a few examples:
TERRIBLE news: The phone call about Doug's sister, Anne and her husband, Bob. This was a serious accident.
Good news: They are both alive and will recover! Bob is doing very well already.
Bad news: This will be a long, rough road of recovery.
Good news: Prayer, modern technology and lots of family support render miracles!
Good news: Kelly is out of jail.
Bad news: He sold all of Kelly's possessions, clothing, belongings while she was there, in preparation to skip town with Zaylee again.
Good news: He went to jail before he was able to do any more damage!
Good news: Kelly was devastated to return to such a nightmare. She seems very sincere, determined and hopeful in her "plans" for a better future for her and Zaylee.
Bad news: It's going to be a very rough road ahead for her.
Good news and bad news: We love her and will be as supportive as we possibly can...BUT...we will also be looking out for Zaylee first and foremost. Kelly is a big girl who now has to live with her own natural consequences. The choices we make today determine our happiness tomorrow! (That's great news, if we make good choices!)
Good news: We attended the DCFS meeting.
Bad news: Now that things are official, we signed papers that we will not disclose DCFS related matters.
HORRIBLE NEWS: After the meeting ended, Kelly walked outside and, inadvertantly, dropped the bank envelope with all of her money in it. A guy saw her drop it, picked it up and literally ran past her with it before she realized why he was running. She called me. Sobbing, barely understandable. This money was all she has left. Her husband sold her clothes, her belongings, everything. She felt like the whole world was closing in on her. My heart ached for her. She kept asking, "WHY is God doing this to me, when I'm trying so hard to do things right?" I tried to lovingly explain that just because you decide that today is the day you start over and do things right, all things will not all be bright and wonderful. Our choices follow us and affect us forever. I wanted desperately to just hold her and give her money and a place to live and make everything right, but where would there be any growth in that? It was heartbreaking, but we are firm believers in natural consequences.
Bad news: As soon as we hung up, I think it all hit me and totally fell apart myself and just bawled. The ugly cry.
Good news: Doug's brother, Alan and his wife Jill were here. Jill hugged me and cried with me. Alan and Doug gave me a priesthood blessing. What a gift to have these two good and worthy men, right there, right when I needed them, and for them to be the awesome men that they are.
Bad news: Bright and early, yesterday morning, while I was in the other line getting an update about Anne and Bob condition, my brother called sounding quite agitated. I explained that we had a family emergency and I would have to call him right back. He hung up and kept calling over and over, beeping the phone while I was getting the update. Five minutes later, when I returned the call, he said, "WHAT'S GOIN' ON?!" I told him, "Anne and Bob have been seriously injured in a car accident." His response was ")!@@#)$@#(!# DO NOT COME DOWN TO THIS END OF THE STREET UNTIL I'M GONE, DO YOU UNDERSTAND!!?!... along with a few other not so nice words. I, calmly, asked, "What is wrong with you?" (We've had noooooooo interaction at all, so I was completely clueless as to what in the world had brought this on. He continued to scream and threaten me.
Good news: Doug and I choose not to "do" drama. I said, "Love you. Goodbye." and hung up.
Good news: After about five minutes of deep breaths and literally shaking, I decided that whatever it is, it is HIS problem. (Later in the day, we discovered what his problem was. When we stopped to think about it, it's too ridiculous to waste time writing about.)
Good news: Rick will be gone as soon as they load the second U-Haul truck.
Bad news: There is not a large enough truck available until next week, which means we have to "reject" his drama for a few extra days.
Good news: We don't do drama. I told Mom that to alleviate her stress (and mine), I will be staying away. She doesn't need one more thing to stress over while moving. I don't need one more thing to stress over period!
Bad news: Mom has one loaded truck sitting in her driveway and reeeeealllllly needs a second one so that she can be on her way to her new life and new home.
Bad news: Someone bashed in Mom's car windshield last night.
Good news: Her insurance will cover it. I was glad to be here and give her a love as she told me about it.
Bad news: Just after Rick's nasty call, a close friend called to discuss some personal issues because I'd hurt their feelings. I was sick to my stomach.
Good news: It was good for us to "talk it out" because I'd been feeling sad about our friendship too and feeling like something wasn't right. We talked it out, realized that it was a misunderstanding on both of our parts and we were fine.
Good news: Real friends talk it out and it's all fine.
Good news: The girls had their hard-earned sleepover and had a ball.
Bad news: I discovered Papa Murphy's S'more Pizza. Oh. My.
Good news: They swam for hours, watched movies and had pizza in the camp trailer, ate tons of munchies, giggled a lot and slept very little.
Bad news: My washer went kapoohie.
Good news: Mom did my laundry last week because I'm buying her two year old washer and dryer on the day she moves.
Bad news: Mom's keeping hers until they move. I'll be going to a laundrymat for the first time in 35 years because I'm not taking it to Mom this week!
Good news: My physical went well. I'm still in working order! ;)
Bad news: There's more of me than there was last year.
Good news: I had two knees and a broken foot for a legitimate excuse!
Good news: Barry, my GYN had solutions for ZJ's issues too.
Good news: He laughed and made me laugh after the question, "Are you dealing with much stress currently?"
Bad news: We got Zeej's ER bill on Tuesday.
Good news: We've met our annual out of pocket max and we are only 4 months into the policy year.
BAD news: I got a collect call from the jail last night and laughed to think that Kevin would have the nerve to call us! This morning, I got another call informing us that Kelly was back in jail this morning. That call was from her, not him. Another meltdown for Sophia.
Good news: Kelly had called the police to report that all of her personal belongings had been stolen while she was away. While the officer was filling out the report, he entered her name and found an old warrant from a few years ago. We are assuming that it was for the skinny dipping incident. It's not any new charges!
Bad news: The computer should have picked that up long ago.
Good news: It will be history when she is out.
Bad news: If it were not for bad luck, she would have no luck at all. I truly feel for this daughter of mine.
Good news: It cooled down to 95 today.
Good news: Papa Murphy's Smore pizza.
Good news: Kitchen Kneads will have their shipment of Coconut Syrup in and I'm almost out at home. AND a friend suggested that you can buy it at Starbucks for less than Amazon. Dirty Diet Cokes are a temporary cure-all for anything. So are hugs from cute little four year old girls. And twelve year old girls. And fourteen year old girls. And fifteen year old boys. And loving husbands.
Good news: I have a ton of leftovers and don't have to cook tonight!
Good news: It's the weekend! My lesson is prepared! Doug worked some overtime this week. No matter how bad things are, there's always someone else who has it worse that I wouldn't want to trade with. Life is good, even on days like today! AND there's always tomorrow to be a better day!
Life is a series of a thousand tiny miracles!