Let me start by giving you a little nugget of advice, if you're ever going to be away from home for a period of time or even just overnight, make sure you have someone check on your house... (or even more specifically - your refrigerator)...
The tale of the "worst of this weekend" starts when I walked through the door after church on Sunday to find what appeared like an ice rink on my kitchen wood floor. Water was pouring out of my freezer door and I literally just stood there watching it for a good minute until any sort of action registered in my head. I proceeded to pull every towel and absorbent anything in the house and threw it in the shallow puddle floating across my floor. And that's not even the WORST of my worst!
Upon entering the basement to turn off the water line, it became painfully obvious that this "slight drip" may have been happening longer than just a few hours... uh oh. It had passed from the kitchen floor to the ceiling of the basement and down the basement walls and onto the pool table and wood floor directly below. Immediately, frustrated and annoyed, I prayed to stay calm and deal with the situation at hand, it could've been worse I kept reminding myself.
What I have failed to mention up to this point is that I was also hosting Sunday dinner this day for some very special people. The roast was ready and we were starving. I had things to finish yet for the meal and this happening was the farthest thing from the "perfect family lunch video" I had been playing in my head for days. (Remember those "expectations" I was talking about....?)
It was the worst of the weekend but it was possibly the best of the weekend as well. There we were- my mom, dad, and Damion, in our 'church clothes', sleeves rolled up trying to minimize the amount of damage we already knew had taken place. Not one of them had to remind me what a BAD time this was, or how much time and effort it will take to repair it all - they just sympathized with me and offered help immediately.
So as my expectations of the being the perfect host, having the perfect house and serving the perfect meal ... blah blah blah... had been dashed. I sat there and realized - the refrigerator, the floor, the ceiling, the pool table - those are not the things that are important. It's the people sitting around this table with me (and that dog whining in the other room because he can't see me). And while we sat down to eat a lovely perfect Sunday roast with Dad's homemade gravy... part of the ceiling below us fell to the floor... what a great day!
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