Waiting For The Locusts To Come

"When it rains it pours."

"Anything that can go wrong, will go wrong."

I wish these popular adages didn't apply to my life on such a constant basis, but I'd be a fool not to believe I must have done something truly AWFUL in my past to have the "bad juju" follow me like a wistful puppy dog yearning for companionship and attention from its owner.

I don't mention my "work" as I believe it is not "proper business etiquette" to discuss my 40(+/-) hours away from my children. I will say that I am a writer and editor, but for a completely different genre, albeit one I take seriously.

I have always considered my job as a "career" - which means you have passion and take credibility for all the good and all the bad. A day away from my office usually results in something going wrong and guilt on my end for not being there to "fix" it.

But when your children are seriously sick - what can you do? My loving, stable parents are usually around to babysit in situations like this, but unfortunately they have been at MD Anderson Hospital since Monday, as my dad prepares to have over half his liver removed in a four hour surgery tomorrow.

I am literally wiping down vomit off couches while praying continuously that my dad makes it through his surgery and my mom doesn't have a nervous breakdown during the process. Keep in mind, they are the sole reason we moved to this town - to have the stability and 'constant' love and support from my parents so my daughters don't grow up to be reprobates. Semi-kidding.=

But this is real life, and God has a plan for us all. I've put all my eggs in his basket and if I'm thrown some duds - I'll deal with that stink the best way I know how. Wipe it off, hug my girls tight and reassure them everything is going to be okay.