Some days are just overwhelming.
Wednesday night we discovered a water stain forming on the living room ceiling. I inspected the boy’s bathroom upstairs and there were no signs of water. Next, I sent a picture to my parents since they had watched my kids Tuesday night while I went to The Chicks concert. A water stain is definitely something my dad would have noticed. We determine this must have formed in one day and make a plan for my dad to come over the next morning to investigate.
When I got up Thursday, I notice the stain is bigger than it was the night before. This sets me into the overwhelmed spiral. The what if’s of how bad and expensive the issue might be. How Tony is supposed to be here to take care of these issues. I am not supposed to still be calling in my dad to help. The way it makes me feel inadequate as a homeowner.
While I’m circling on this, I am trying to prepare for a work meeting and I’m dealing with scheduling issues for my son’s soccer team that I manage. By the way, I will NEVER be the team manager again. It is way more work than I anticipated and for me, it is not worth the discount. The soccer ‘issues’ feel so trivial compared to real life that I have little patience for it.
All these to dos in different areas of my life compounded and bubbled into feeling overwhelmed. When I get stressed and overwhelmed, I release it with tears. So, I sat at my desk and cried. Then I messaged a friend to share my woes and release a little of the steam. I had settled myself in time for my work meeting.
By the time my dad arrived I was better. He confirmed the water was coming from the toilet and since there wasn’t anything noticeably wrong with it, he replaced all the guts and resecured it to the floor. The next day he came back and caulked the whole thing. Whatever he did worked. The stain on the ceiling stopped growing. Who knew fixing the plumbing could also fix my anxiety.