how can a good day be so bad?
Have you ever had one of those days that left you conflicted as to whether it was a good day or a bad day? A day when you had an equal amount of good things happen as bad?
Today was just such a day for me.
I sold my old sofa. This is something I was desperate to do, just as much for the extra cash as the extra space. My house has just enough room for one sofa. And after plunking down a nice chunk of change for the new sofa, I was looking forward to recouping a little on the sale of the old one. And today was my lucky day! I sold it to the second person who came to look. And I was able to get a ten percent return on my original investment. Not bad for a ten year old sofa!
What could be bad about that, you ask?
I made the mistake of telling the lady that for a small fee, we would be happy to deliver the sofa…locally. The only problem with that was, one man’s definition of local is another man’s far far away. In this case “local” turned out to be downtown Atlanta…a whopping thirty two miles away! Suddenly my twenty dollar delivery fee was barely enough to cover the cost of gas! And the Land Rover overheated while towing the sofa on the little trailer down the highway. Luckily, it recovered quite quickly and we made it home without incident…two hours after we left home.
But, I was three hundred dollars richer for my troubles, and if that was the only mishap of the day, I would probably be blogging about something else entirely.
As it happens, a long distance delivery was the least of my worries.
The worst of my troubles comes in the package of one of my children. My daughter. She has been sick for the past few days and only this morning discovered that she is covered from head to toe in a terrible bumpy rash! She is miserable…itchy and uncomfortable…and we have no idea what could be wrong with her. I have given her several medications to alleviate her discomfort, but it has not solved the core problem. It looks like I will be searching for an urgent care facility in the morning…or worse…taking her to the emergency room tonight.
What more could go wrong, you ask?
Mike and I decided to tackle an ambitious project in the kitchen this afternoon; just minutes before he had an urgent case come through that he had to handle for work. So my kitchen is pulled apart again and between a sick child and a busy husband, it looks like it will stay that way for the foreseeable future.
Lucky for me I can’t see very far into the future.
And I did manage to paint a mirror that I have been putting off for days. Oh, and thanks to the old sofa, at least I can afford to buy itch cream and cough medicine…and a pizza or two while the kitchen is out of commission!
Until the next time…I’ll be trying to put my kitchen back together while applying Benadryl!