Things come in threes – I hope. The truth is that I’m not sure I can take a number four if it presents itself. You guys might find me roaming the streets of Maplewood, screaming obscenities.
I’ve said that I don’t believe in karma or fate or destiny, but I’m starting to believe in really bad luck. I might need to start carrying around a four-leaf clover or wearing a horseshoe around my neck.
2018 is not off to a good start.
1.) The stomach flu — It seems to still be lurking around the house, waiting for the next victim. And, apparently it doesn’t come with the whole “you develop an immunity to it” thing, because I had it twice. I’m all for losing weight quickly, but this is a little ridiculous.
2.) Burst pipe — Still not resolved. We were able to isolate the problem and I was proud of myself for being so calm and cool with the plumber, “Please, take care of any emergencies first.” NOW I wish that I hadn’t been so cool. It’s been over a week.
3.) No heat — We woke up this morning and it was freezing. Dan and I both fooled with the furnace, but it wasn’t budging. I called the oil company and then got to go through our morning routine wearing a coat, mittens, hat and Ugg boots. Thank goodness Jack has a sense of humor and loved watching his mama try to make breakfast with mittens on. Once he got on the bus and my distractions were gone, I had time to really freak out. I kept thinking about our pipes as I watched the thermostat lower. I had every faucet dripping and space heaters in the bathrooms. I called Dan at the office by mid-morning and started crying, “2018 must be cursed!”
Four hours after leaving a crazy message with the oil company (cool Jesse was long gone), my hero arrived and was able to fix the problem. We were out of oil — don’t laugh. The house is warming up, but it’s going to take a while before I warm up to this new year.
I realize that none of these things are tragedies — but come on!! I’m tired and have stuff to do.
Okay. I’m done complaining. I’ll slap a smile on my face and go out and face the day.
Love, Jess
smiles and duct tape 
Oh bless the oil furnaces in those New Jersey homes!! The empty oil tank thing happened to me many years ago the week we were moving from New Jersey to Virginia Beach. I was trying to navigate this huge move and wanted to save money so didn’t have the oil tank filled thinking we wouldn’t be there to use it. Big mistake—no oil–no heat running through those old radiators (great for warming towels before a shower) so my plan backfired and I had to pay for a full delivery of oil. Great heat but gas is easier! Hope the bad luck is over and it was only the “things come in threes!”
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