My beloved Christ picture broke...
It's my husbands fault...
How can I write in this emotionally charged atmosphere?
In the span of four days this is where my life was. Hubba hubby is in a wreck. A young woman tboned our family paid for mini van, totaling it, he was injured, missed work, we moved from an apartment to a house. While this is going on we still had church,basketball games and practices, chess club,piano etc. Needless to say life continued. On top of all that I had two writing deadlines.
First I'll start with the internal deadline. That deadline of the Internet doesn't come on until Thursday so I have until then to unpack, organize and decorate my big new house, seemed totally reasonable at the time. Did I ever mention I'm slightly neurotic?
So I'm pass the organizing and unpacking stage and now I'm into the decorating stage. This is the constant rant I'm hearing in the background, "No holes in the walls, don't mess up the hardwood, no holes in the walls, don't mess up the hardwood!" via my construction veteran husband hubba hubby. Did I mention he's totally neurotic. He can't help it he's a Yankee.
So I go and spend an obscene amount of money on damage free hanging hooks etc. I follow the directions precisely then hang my beloved Jesus picture. A picture I got 8 years ago and have moved over thousands and thousands of miles...and when we move less than a mile away it simply just falls off the wall shattering the glass!
For a brief second I regretted giving up my brass knuckles when I got put on probation that one time. I looked at hubba hubby and screamed "This is your fault!" Then promptly began picking up glass and crying. Jesus was placed in the garage and I was quiet. Quiet all through the car ride to the guitar recital, there and back. My thoughts were turning to how can I write with Jesus in the garage? That's the thing with excuses. You never run out.
So instead I long handed this post, broke the rest of the glass out of Jesus and hung him up anyway.Then got to cracking on the deadlines.
What excuses have you confronted when deadlines loom? How did you overcome them?