The Worst Week of My Life
ok not really (but it kind of was?)
The water logged keys in the washer should have been my first clue for what kind of week was in store for me.
What was supposed to be a fun little roadtrip escape turned into a “we’ll laugh about it one day, but cry about it now” story that left me emotionally battered, questioning my sanity and coming home with the worst haircut I’ve ever gotten.
Hi, I wanted to give myself a writing challenge today: get up at 6am, write for an hour or so and send you the words that come out. This is wildly out of my comfort zone as I’m typically a slow writer. But sometimes it’s good to switch things up and see where it leads you. This is where it led me–-the story of a horrible haircut and someone saying one of the most unkind things I could hear in this season of my life.
I never want to live a week like this again. Enjoy.
The night before our recent trip, my husband and I were doing all the things parents do to make road trips happen. We were both exhausted after hours of making decisions, packing, and navigating our two young kids' excitement-turned-chaos about leaving on said trip.
One of the last things on my to-do list was to start a quick load of laundry. I tossed the shorts I’d been wearing earlier into the washer and pushed ‘start’ on the machine. A few minutes later, my husband asked for the van keys (you can see where this is going).
After checking all the usual places I place the keys, I got a pit in my stomach and ran to the washer. And there, dripping wet, clean and no longer functioning, was our van’s electronic key fob. The one our van doesn’t start without. The one we couldn’t replace before having to leave at 6am the next morning. The one I just destroyed.
Or so I thought.
My husband acted quickly to disassemble the key fob and meticulously dried each part. It started working again (praise God) and we didn’t have to spend the $$$ to replace it. Our road trip could still happen!
A few weeks before the trip, I scheduled a haircut in the town we’d be visiting. This stylist came highly recommended by family and friends that live there. They raved about her and assured me she was well worth the triple digit price for the appointment that made my eyes bug out of my head when I saw it. A family member even offered to pay for half as a late birthday present. I wouldn’t have been able to afford it otherwise.
The day after we arrived, we left the kids at my sister’s house and my husband drove me to the appointment on what was supposed to be a nice little date.
