It Could Be Worse

I like to think I'm a positive person and that I handle stressful situations pretty well. In most cases I don't have too hard of a time looking at what's going on and realizing things could be worse. That said, we all have days when it just doesn't pay to get out of bed. I'm having that kind of week.

We came home to a severe storm blowing in and experienced 60+ mph winds through the night. No surprise when we got up Sunday morning to find half our roof shingles in the driveway. Not what we wanted, but it could be worse, at least it was just the mud room roof.

Monday morning brought single digit temps, below 0 wind chills and snow, lots of snow. Okay, that's normal for where I live. I put on extra layers of clothes, started the car early to warm up and left for work early to safely negotiate the snow covered roads. It could be worse, at least I have a warm home and reliable car to drive.

Tuesday morning we woke up to no water any where in the house. The main water line coming into our home had frozen. At this point I don't even want to know what else might happen, but I'm still looking for the bright side. We found the problem before the pipe actually burst, so a few hours of warming the pipe and we were good to go again. See, it could have been worse.

Yesterday morning I realized our daughter had let her boyfriend spend the night here. They both know that is not allowed. I was irritated, but figured I needed to speak to her about some other things any way so I would just remind her of the rules. Unfortunately, they left while I was in the shower and I didn't get the opportunity to speak to her. No problem, I'll catch up with her later.

I started to work on the baskets of laundry from our trip. I got it all ready and put the first load in. An hour later when I went to change loads I found a washer full of water and some weird code flashing on the machine. I was hoping it was just off balance and Musicman would be able to easily fix it when he got home. While I waited for him to get home I thought I'd make him a treat, peanut butter pudding. It tastes great, just ignore the lumps please.

The washer wasn't off balance, there was a quarter stuck in the pump. I've been doing laundry for 35 years and never had this happen before. This is the second time it's happened since our daughter moved in and she was the last one to use the washer. Guess I need to add that to the list of things I need to speak to her about. Musicman got the quarter out and put it all back together, it still doesn't work. Time to call my brother who does this stuff for a living. He's currently in Virginia with our other brother, but he should be able to tell Musicman what to do to fix it.

Okay, by now I'm really struggling to hold on to my sense of humor, but succeeding some. That's when the straw that broke the camel's back fell. I'm 99% percent sure Musicman and I are going to be Grandparents come this summer. Yep, I'm all but positive our daughter's pregnant. Cause really, when you're not married, don't have a job and don't have a place to live, having a baby is a great idea. I haven't been able to ask her, because she didn't come home last night.

Since she didn't come home last night that meant an empty house. Yay! Musicman waisted no time attending to some stress relief for both of us. I don't know if it is because it had been almost 2 weeks since I had been spanked, or Musicman was taking his frustrations out on my butt. Either way, that paddle wasn't feeling too magical last night. It hurt, and yet, it was exactly what I needed.

He was very thorough and did an admirable job of covering my backside and thighs. I was already flying high when he put down the paddle and picked up his belt. The sound of the buckle clanging was actually a welcome sound. Musicman rarely uses more then one implement in any given session, so the feel of the leather on my already very red and sore butt was a new feeling for me. Yes, it was heavenly. I think I might need to encourage him to do that again.

I slept like the dead last night and today I still have a lovely sting in my butt and lady parts. My washer's still broken and I still need to talk with our daughter. Four days into this storm we've received over 3 feet of snow and it hasn't stopped yet. Oh well, it could be worse.  Though just in case, I've already asked if we can do it again tonight.