The Sears Guy Better Come Today!

He was supposed to come last Wednesday between 8-5 (yes, fo’ ra-yel, between 8 a.m. and 5 p.m.). At about 3.45 p.m. after sitting around waiting all day for the Sears guy, we get a phone call that he was running late, and will not be able to come until next Tuesday. Not later, not tomorrow, another week! I was like “Lady, I have five kids and dryer!” I didn’t say that, but I was most certainly thinking it!
My husband was annoyed, so we went to look at new dryers. Our budget really was not as large as I liked if we had planned on the purchase, and if I bought a new dryer, I want an upgrade. I want a front loading job (and washer) that can handle my king size quilts, not another version of what I have already, so I opted to wait until we got the older one fixed.
You know, there is a spiritual lesson in this that God seems to love teaching me a lot (I get it, I do-see I’m even blogging it Lord). We really count on Him to make all the little everyday stuff work as well as it does so we can function almost normally. I remember one morning my husband lost the car keys in the snow, but he could not find them because he had to leave before sun up. I was amazed how such a little thing like a key really changed the course of the day.
Today Mr. Sears Dryer Fixer is supposed to come between 8 and noon. I have a doctor’s appoinment at 8.45, so I might not be here when he comes. Aside from wanting my dryer fixed, I have this thing about having strange people (actually, maybe “strange” is not the word because he could be perfectly normal and nice), but you know, outsiders in my house. It always makes me uneasy. I never feel like the house is as clean it should, I have to be like polite, and I am always hoping Fastolph doesn’t do something horrible and dangerous so I don’t have to start screaming at him in front of people. One time he started randomly hammering nails into the walls out of the blue when the um, landlord was here. Honestly, he never did that before.
This Mary Kay lady keeps calling and I keep putting her off for the same reasons. Also, since I am a fat, lazy, pregnant lady, the house really is not as clean as I like at all. She won’t seem to take “no” for an answer. I could never be a pushy sales person.If a pregnant lady said “I have morning sickness and don’t want to clean my house” I would be like “OK”. I never make any money and sales stuff.
I am going to go do something constructive. I got up 45 minutes ago to do my work-out, and here I am blogging. I’m going to gain 500 pounds with this baby.