What do you get when you add 1 crooked bed, 3 million square feet of country dirt, 30 minute commute one way, 1 unhappy city dog, 1 unhappy city wife, 1 happy husband, and hours of male bonding? My first week being homeless. That's what you get.
The crooked bed was tolerable, comfy when you ignored the slanting of your body throughout the night, and hey, it was a bed and not a lumpy couch! (The crookedness was caused by a broken box spring mattress that was discovered halfway through the week. We were committed to it that far, good soldiers finish strong.)
The 3 million square feet of dirt - not so cozy or tolerable, but with close-toed shoes, was manageable.
The 30 minute commute one way - great time for talking and off-key duets, so who can complain - oh wait, our wallets at the gas pump weren't so cheery.
The unhappy city dog - really just solidified our notions that our precious dogter is not meant for dirt and bugs and the constant noises at night. I woke up at 2 am and peered out the window at my inside-dog forced outside to see her in the dirt, laying down, and her lil city dog head pop up and look for which night creature and/or leaf made a noise this time. Poor thing got no rest.
The unhappy city wife - played endless hours of solitare and freecell in a room with no wireless internet capabilities or cable. I embraced my weeklong stone age with early bedtimes and only one tearfilled breakdown. Success.
The happy husband made the rest of the not so happy-filled circumstances totally worth it. I admit that my dirt-covered flip flops and groggy pup were nothing when I was able to see the hub so happy. He missed his dad, loves using his muscles for outdoor chores, loves talking politics and religion, and all of which he was able to do to his heart's content :) Ergo the male bonding that tied the whole week together.
Week 1 of being homeless: Complete... with dirty feet.
I think that more gratitude for having a place to stay when you find yourself homeless is needed,and not so many negative complaints.Doesn't seem like it was your favorite place but it was a home,food,showers, and with people who love you both enough to offer their home. Focus on the positive and a grateful heart.
ReplyDeleteThank you 'Anonymous'. That is a very good point. This particular post was a bit heavy on the satire, and can easily be interpreted as ungrateful and complaint-filled. Thank you for your feed back, and know that I was truly grateful for this home and the hospitality that was offered, especially for the happiness it gave my husband. I will certainly avoid such satire-heavy posts in the future. Again, thank you for your feedback :) I hope you keep reading :)
ReplyDeleteYour welcome =) Keep up the good writing!
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