Isn't it crazy......

how when you get back from a vacation, you're so exhausted that you feel like you need a vacation???? Although, a wise person once told me, that it's considered a "trip" when you travel with kids, and a "vacation" when you go with your spouse.

And if that's the case, then I'm afraid I've never been on one, because we never even went on a honeymoon. Nope...sure didn't. Young, in love, and broke. But that's okay, because we're still married, and that's all that counts....and besides....this post isn't about me OR a vacation or lack thereof.

Nope. It's about what happened AFTER we got home from our trip to the Smokies.

In typical fashion, I left something in the van, even though I felt confident that I had thoroughly cleaned it out after the long ride home. So I went out to the garage and noticed water dripping from the attic door.

Note to self: This is not a good thing.

Not wanting to even breathe this to my husband, but knowing how detrimental it could be, I did.....only for him to get up there and discover that a hot water pipe had busted and our attic was being nicely watered.....you know....sort of like a sprinkler waters the lawn? Got the visual?

And within minutes, water was streaming down the wall from the light switch. Lovely.

My daughter's room was next.....and flooded completely.

But wait!!!! That's not all!



More? MmHmmm.....there's more alright.

I came in with a load of soaked towels from the water removal in the attic, and transferred my laundry from washer to dryer, only to have my 3 year old front loading dryer take one rotation and quit....completely.
No. I am not kidding. I wish I was.

Now at this point, you might be thinking, "what did she do to deserve this?" And in answer to that....I'm not sure. But one thing was for sure. I had just come home from a vacation or trip...(whatever you choose to call it), and I had dirty laundry and now mountains of wet towels that needed to be washed and dried, with no dryer.

And did I mention a not-so-happy husband? (Just sayin'.)

The end result??? A living room now transformed into a storage unit/bedroom for a very disgruntled teenager.


And........a good old fashioned clothesline.....nicely rigged between the swingset and the fence.

Because a girl's gotta' do, what a girl's gotta' do. And THIS girl.....had some serious laundry in waiting.


Our Pastor had just spoken the previous Sunday, about when life hands you those, "What the heck moments???" And believe me, I was having one. But in spite of the mess and chaos that quickly ensued, I began thinking of how much worse this could have been.

Clearly this had happened within an hour or two of us arriving safely back at home. Had this happened on Monday when we had left town, our entire house would have been flooded...and I don't even want to think about the mess that would have been. And drying clothes on a clothesline or at a gracious neighbor's house (thank you neighbors!!!), is much easier than if the washer would have died. I'm just not into the whole washboard thing.

God promises to not give us more than we can handle.....and He was faithful. Again.

I'm just sayin'.