Do you think a new house should have leaky pipes, twice in five years, IN THE SAME SPOT??? I don't. This was not in my plan for the week. So much for a pristine home. Fortunately, my do-it-all husband fixed the pipes, replaced the ceiling, spackled and painted it. And turned white in the process.
I got over my initial outrage, thankful that it hadn't happened while we were away . . . and really, it's not a tragedy. Even if the china closet had been destroyed (it wasn't) it wouldn't have been a tragedy. Yesterday, the ceiling was finished and I got to clean the rest of the house, mostly. Maybe it's not as perfect as I envisioned, but nothing ever is. I don't need a perfect house, as long as it's filled with love and joy. Why don't I remember that in the midst of the mess?