Miracles Happen: Me and BlogHer ’12

I will get into the abject insanity of the past month and a half at some point, because at some point, this will all become funny. But here’s the deal: As of Monday, we had this huge week of work to be done on our house, we couldn’t stay in it, we had booked a hotel, and there was no way I was going to be able to focus on anything but the mess before us.  I usually don’t go there (out loud anyway), but I was praying for some resolution, and had been doing so, rather intently, for the past several weeks.

And then yesterday, everything, I can only say miraculously, changed. We had someone come into our house and basically solve our most immediate problems.

And we didn’t have to go to the hotel. And we didn’t have to board our cats. And we were no longer displaced. We could go home, with just a few small(ish) things to do on our end.

And, just five short minutes ago, we received a phone call from someone offering to come over tomorrow and take care of those things for us. We agreed.

There are still a few things to do, although not emergent, which should be taken care of over the next few weeks. At our leisure. Leisure. I haven’t said that word in quite a while. It just rolls off the tongue, doesn’t it?

So, I’m speechless, and slightly harried from all of the blood, sweat, and tears that have been shed over the past few months due to this vinyl-sided hunk of wood.  But I am finally free to attend BlogHer ’12. So, sorry about the several months’ worth of confusion (I had trouble keeping track of it myself), but I will be arriving on Friday afternoon.

And I won’t be answering my phone, so if a sink happens to become a fountain while I’m gone, my husband has been instructed to break out the Little Swimmers and blow up the floaties.

I think that’s best for everyone, don’t you agree?

And anyone who’s been following this mess, you’re totally free to buy me a drink. Anything with vodka or white wine make excellent choices.