My Woe-Is-Me Rant

Let me just warn you now, this post is going to be a rant. I need an outlet and since this is my blog, I’m choosing to “scream” through my writing.

I know I am blessed. I really do. I don’t take much for granted. I am thankful every day I get in my car and can drive it (esp. after having to walk to the girls’ school the past few times because Brian’s truck is not working right and he’s had to use my car). I am grateful that I have food in my pantry—even when I have to cook it and it’s not exciting. I am thrilled with my new-to-me washer and dryer that a friend gave us—eliminating my need to head to the Laundromat once a week.

But tonight, I am weary. Just when I think we are heading back up, something else happens. Our dishwasher died. Or at least we think it did. It dumped TONS of water all over our floor (which required the use of @10 towels to sop it all up—but, hey—I have a washer to wash them in, right?).

It’s been one of those weeks where we have a ton of dirty dishes—I can’t catch up. I emptied a load this afternoon, started another (the one that caused the breakdown) and still had enough sitting on the counter for another load.

I know I should be grateful that I have a roof over my head and dishes to eat out of and a kitchen to call “mine.” But for this moment, I want to just scream and ask why it is we can never catch a break???? We both work extremely hard. We both volunteer time to other things. We both try to create a loving and fun environment for our girls. We both work on being good friends to those around us. So why, when we are almost caught up after being behind for over a year, does this have to happen?

Why us? Is our plate not full enough?

Ok, I’m done with my dramatics. But I am gonna go and read the book of Job—maybe I’ll learn something.