The beginning of our life in Louisiana
May 21, 2017:
My 10 days in Monroe went by like a flash of lightning! It was a fantastic visit and I felt the love of community the entire time I was there.
Owning a small business is all consuming, requiring every aspect of your life to be enmeshed in the business you own. You eat, breath and sleep your business. This opening few lines could cause many to say “well why would anyone want to own their own business, then?” You wake up knowing that you are about to make a difference in someone’s day, even their life. You wake knowing that you are building, creating and watching something grow, knowing you did it all…all with hard work and perseverance. Nothing comes easy with a small business, nothing! Mike is an exceptional business owner, but for one, true reason – he followed his passion and his calling. It’s in his bones, his heart.
Such a great motivational speech this could be until we get to the part where this business, Mike’s dream has required so much sacrifice including living apart and changing our financial security to financial insecurity. While Mike enjoys sleeping undisturbed, waking to have a cup of coffee, then a morning run with others in the community followed by going into the store doing what he loves and then followed by a nice dinner (prepared by my mom) or a dinner invite with cake from friends, I am here in Florida juggling a 100 plates, walking the dog at 5:00 a.m., going into work at 6:45 a.m., keeping the house white-glove clean for showings, working 12-14 hours (per day, not week!), taking call…do I need to continue, or do you see the bitterness here??
This week took extra strength as I dealt with the perils of selling a house and maneuvering life with the addict!
On Friday around midnight I was awakened by what sounded like a gunshot in my home! I immediately thought “great some idiot is trying to rob me and shot himself!” So with Marley barking and growling I proceeded to confront the intruder with my bare Ninja hands! Luckily I found nothing awry, until walking back into the bedroom and another BOOM - the tile floor buckled up under my feet! Mother of pearl! Was it a water main break? Is my foundation exploding? Is it a large serpent breaking through the foundation? But to make this significantly worse, the open house was in 24 hours! So, I panicked! Called Mike, but guess who was sleeping like a baby, through phone call after phone call! So I just went back to bed, to then be awakened by the daughter, who somehow managed to run out of gas on the side of the road in Miami. With an addict you never know what is going to happen or where they made to impulsively decide to go! When I replied to her that I just didn’t know how to help her she proceeded to attempt to take care of the situation herself. Great – I can get back to sleep. Oh but no - another phone call from the daughter, sobbing, “my hood came flying up and busted my front windshield!” Really? Really? The stories are amazing. I informed her that unfortunately she was stuck there until I could pull myself together from not wanting to disown her, come up with a plan, handle the tile and talk with her Dad! The tornado of bad decisions associated with addiction just keeps ripping through us!
It’s Saturday morning by this time and so I head on over to the neighbors, who are sure to be up at 7:30 on a Saturday, with tears and drama. Brad comes over, surveys the situation with the tile, makes one phone call and in 20 minutes I have a tile guy at my house ready to work! It’s unbelievable what can happen when you know people who know people! On a Saturday morning at 8:30, this wonderful tile guy is fixing what he states is just “poor, sloppy work” by whomever laid my tile. Unfortunately they did not attach onto the foundation correctly and it completely unadhered from the foundation! By 1:00 pm I had new tile laid and crisis averted! Ready for open house tomorrow!
Open house went well, but unfortunately no promising buyers! I did get a picture of our new home and the dirt with preparation for the foundation – this is where you get the “bring-it-home message” from the above dramatic story! As a wonderful friend pointed out this morning after hearing the sad, dramatic event of the weekend – she made the statement that a solid foundation is so important to the integrity of your “home”. YES, yes it is! If I lose sight of what is important, of what needs to be the foundation of our business and our life then things tart to “buckle” and come unglued (great bible study, by the way – “Unglued”).
I’m actually not crying tonight – it will be a good week! I enjoyed some salt water and sun therapy today while my house was NOT selling, making it all okay. I can’t wait to be with my husband so he can partake in the drama along with me! And one last good thing from this week – I likely will have a job offer in Monroe. I am thanking God for his hand in this, especially since I seem to be carrying the family right now (I do point this out to Mike often). No more Ted Baker dresses, we need to eat and pay the bills. God is certainly growing me and shifting my priorities whether I like it or not. Growing “pains” are truly a sign of growth.