The bad news around here is coming with the same regularity as the morning newspaper.
The condo association is coming after us for not being able to pay the special assessment. They’ve issued another special assessment for maintenance due in January. Our credit card that we use for emergencies was canceled WHILE we were fixing up my car. Two days later, the same car may need even more expensive repairs. We keep trying to refinance our mortgage and we keep getting rejected. Soon we’ll be paying more bills than we have income.
I feel like I’m stuck in debt quicksand while creditors with sharp, pointy sticks jab at me as I sink.
Yesterday, as I tried to work from home because I couldn’t drive my car, I was feeling mighty sorry for myself and enjoying a pity party for one. Until Will came to the rescue.
We live near a military base. They used to be home to a bunch of F-15 jets (the same ones that first responded to NYC after Sept. 11) but even though they’re gone now, we still get a bunch of Jayhawks and Coast Guard planes flying around. Yesterday we heard one that was particularly loud and it startled Will. He frantically ran over to me, near tears, and I picked him up and held him and told him everything was OK.
Then he looked at me, pointed up to the sky, and said “Dada. Airplane.”
Shortly thereafter I had a similar moment when I tried to give him some pineapple for breakfast. He pushed it away with a disgusted look on his face and said “Nooo.” So I asked him what he wanted and he starts pointing toward the fridge. I told him he had to tell me what he wants, not point. He made some unintelligible noise which left us no closer to eating breakfast. Finally I asked him one more time what he wanted, and in a voice clear as day he said:
For a brief moment, I managed to grab one of those pointy sticks I’m being poked with and I used it to fight my way out of the quicksand. And I felt like I could fight back and make it work, which is a feeling I haven’t had lately. When you’re both working full-time jobs, taking as much OT as possible and cutting costs wherever you can, it’s pretty discouraging to get slapped with new bills and additional obstacles at every turn. You feel beat down and you contemplate just waving the white flag in the hope that they’ll leave you the hell alone. You truly do start to lose hope.
Until you’re saved by Cheerios and airplanes. Of all things.