The last few weeks have seen a string of events that have left me frustrated. Things have simply not been going in my favor (not that they always did before, mind you; perhaps Deuteronomistic theology is at work and I should inspect my life to check my adherence to Torah . . . let’s just hope I at least come out unlike Manasseh!). Here’s a bit of what’s been going on . . .
-Two weeks ago we were accidentally locked out of our house. Of course, we called a locksmith, assured it would take no time at all to pick the lock. Well, four hours later (outside with a tired 2 yr old, mind you), three locksmith companies, and five locksmiths later we got in our house . . . through a window. Sigh.
-This past weekend my wife and I set out to replace our leaky kitchen faucet. Upon taking the faucet off we attempted to remove the handles to clean out any debris. The handles, however, were stuck, so in our wisdom we hammered them off with a hammer. That broke our old faucet. So we went to Home Depot to buy a new faucet. Upon returning home we finished disconnecting the old one from the wall, only to reveal that one of the attached pipes was so brittle that the threading part broke off. We could hook the new sink up, but we had no pressure at all, and the leak was now coming out of the wall. We called a plumber and was told a simple house call would be $150 on the weekend. So after a day with no water (we obviously had to shut the water off at the street to keep it from shooting out of the wall in the kitchen) we finally found a plumber whose house call on the weekends was not so exorbitant. Two hours later and $300 later we have a new faucet that doesn’t drip . . . but I’d rather have a mildly drippy faucet and $300 in my pocket.
-Today daycare called and said my son was pushed by another child, resulting in a huge bump and scrape on his forehead and some scraping around one of his eyes. He seems fine, but I don’t have a lot of patience or tolerance (none, actually) for things happening to my son. He has also recently been getting bitten by a certain child at daycare. He came up to me a little bit ago and said he had an “owie” on his head, and then he said “daddy kiss it.” Children are such a blessing. And there is no better feeling than being able to make your child feel better.
There are some other things, but these are three biggies . . . leaving me . . . frustrated.