Glass Half Full
I am going to be completely honest with you all…I’m exhausted. Completely burnt out emotionally and physically. This past while has KICKED. MY. ASS. In my previous posts “Rising Above” & “OKC or Bust” I briefly touched on our decisions and the status of our life in general. Initially I was going to follow that up with posts titled “Bailiff Schmailiff – The truck was a POS anyway”; “Thanks Grandpa”. Having our power cut off & being extremely thankful I had inherited my grandfather’s propane camp stove (I can handle functioning by candlelight but no coffee?? C’mon…not cool!); & finally “Foreclosure – A scary word meaning sell your house NOW!” So there you have it in a nutshell. Sounds a bit daunting, right?
As you know, we did end up selling our family home before being booted out, which I am extremely grateful for. Our future game plan was to head over to our undeveloped parcel of land (which I might add, was a gracious wedding gift from my mother in law) & build something small & cozy. As moving day approached I carefully went through all of our possessions – if I hadn’t used it, loved it or worn it in the last little while it was donated. I wouldn’t have room for it anyway. The trailer was booked and I felt ready to move on for the most part. Little did I know that the universe decided it needed to throw in a few more challenges, just for good measure. I watched in stunned silence as the sea can being delivered slid like a stick of butter on a hot pan down our embankment. An embankment we had just explained to the driver was there. Thankfully a stand of birch stopped the crash course, the driver had a winch & all turned out ok.
A couple of days further into the move mother nature decided it would be entertaining to throw in some severe weather. The wind & rain started early evening & proceeded to come down in buckets throughout the night and next day. Now, I’m not afraid of a little water, but I knew there might be a bit of a problem when helicopters started flying over and a brief text conversation with my mom in law that went something like this:
Mom: “You guys okay over there?”
Me: “Of course we’re okay, it’s just a little rain.”
Mom: “You’ve obviously not tried to venture out yet. The road & bridges are washed out.”
Me: Once again, stunned silence.
Hubby & I slapped on our rain gear, hopped into the truck and headed out to assess the situation. After chain sawing our way to the main road it became quite clear that moving anything further was going to have to wait for the water level to recede. All we could really do was wait it out. We also knew that we HAD to make it across to check on the house – make sure the sump pump was doing its job keeping the insane amount of water at bay. Carefully we braved the currents with our trusty Titan and made it back…just in time. Sump pump was workin’ it’s magic but was having trouble keeping up. Hubby remembered a spare pump we had (which was unfortunately back at our other property), so off he went to rescue us. I stayed at the house and bailed my guts out until his return.
In the end we were able to hang onto the moving trailer for a couple more days and by noon on July 28th we officially handed over the keys. Now we could really focus on our new place. Or could we? July 29th the auto wreckers were scheduled to pick up our antique dump truck from the new owners yard. Things did not go well...not at all. Due to the saturated ground the auto wreckers truck buried itself in the yard. After numerous attempts it was quite clear we were gonna have to bring in the big guns. We headed up the road in hopes that our family friend (who just happens to own a loader) would be available. Thankfully he was available & helped us all out. Unfortunately all of the activity left some seriously nasty ruts in their lawn. Yikes!
Well drillers were scheduled & after 2 attempts at making it out they finally arrived…unfortunately because of our ground, unsuccessful at drilling us a well. What do ya do? We focused our energy on other necessary improvements.
The real test of our strength came in mid-August. Our youngest son came down with the stomach flu, which is nothing out of the ordinary for any family. Only, this flu turned into chest pains, which in turn delivered us via ambulance to the Stollery for a week long stay…some of it in ICU. The virus that he initially caught decided to make its way to his heart and lungs. Myocarditis is what the cardiologists told us – inflammation of the heart muscle. There is nothing scarier than watching as your child is suffering and knowing that there is nothing you can do to help. Thanks to the amazing doctors and nurses our “baby” is back home with us and is on his way to a full recovery.
I’ve struggled with this post. What should I share? What should be kept private? I thought it best to reveal our entire hand so you guys could fully appreciate where we’re coming from.
I am a glass half full kinda gal (especially if we’re talking great coffee or wine!). We could have allowed all of the mess and negativity to take over our thoughts. Instead, I’m going to call this last while “character building”. Solidifying the fact that our family unit comes first and is extremely strong. Accepting things for what they are. Figuring things out when there doesn’t seem to be any answers. Many lessons learned. Most importantly, life is way too short to sweat the small stuff. I know it sounds completely cliché but it is entirely true! I will continue to practice gratitude every single day & know that if we follow our hearts, anything is possible. Time to reboot & refocus on all of the exciting adventures that await us.