A week unlike any other…but I have achieved stardom!!

I could write about how shitty a week I’ve been having, what with the hurricane winds that knocked out the power in my town, the lightning that struck my tree which branches from said tree fell on my power lines which said power lines pulled out of my house….causing me to remain powerless going into day 4…while the rest of my town is almost finished with the clean up. Or I could talk about how the hundreds of dollars of food….now that I’m eating healthier and more since I’ve been working out and quit smoking….is more than likely going to go bad unless power is restored soon or my next door neighbor takes pity on me and runs an extension cord from my refrigerator to his house. Or I could talk about how much I miss my kids since they’ve been staying with their dad since they own a generator and were in good shape. Or I could talk about….well, I don’t want to talk about that.

I could talk about all these annoying, frustrating or heartbreaking things that my week has consisted of, but instead I prefer to talk about the humor that was just injected into my day.

My daughter called me to tell me she was coming home to take a shower since her dad’s bathroom is getting redone and they shut off the water. No biggie I say. Just DON’T OPEN THE REFRIGERATOR OR FREEZER!!! Being a typical teenager, or perhaps just being her mother’s daughter, she starts complaining about how this no power thing is getting old, she wants to come home, she wants her own bed, she wants the computer, she wants good food, etc…. I told her there’s a ton of food downstairs that I think she can cook on the stovetop that wouldn’t require her to go into the fridge, just go take a look. She sees some beefaroni or ravioli or something and then calls to tell me she can’t get the burner lit. Oops!!! I forgot to tell her the ignitor switch is electric and she has to find the candle lighter and light it manually.

Well, she calls me back again to tell me how happy she is that at least she gets to eat something better than a sandwich and thank’s Mom for letting me know it was there to eat.

Ha ha, so I’m telling one of my bosses that C is happy now because she’s eating, and he said “Well, I am happy because C is happy. It just made my day.” So I told him...I don’t know why she thinks she can be so difficult….now, if you know me, especially you, R, are you cracking up yet?.....and what does my boss say to me? Gee, Jenn, I don’t know why your daughter would be so difficult, I mean, could it be because she’s your daughter? Well, I just had to tell him….look, I never made any secret about me being a difficult woman, but I’ve earned that right. And he said to me….difficult? You’re beyond difficult, you’re high maintenance. Yes, dear reader, I have achieved stardom. Something that R found out in the very beginning and that I have already known has just been affirmed. I am high maintenance. And you know what? I wouldn’t have it any other way ;-)