Wherein I Officially Lose It

The other day, Craig asked me about something I’d asked him to ask me about. I, of course, not having done what I had asked him to ask me about, almost began to cry. He looked at me sympathetically, then at our house in shambles boxes, and said, “Well, it’s not like you haven’t been doing anything else.” Then, in his best Chevy Chase imitation (a la Christmas Vacation), he said, “Take a look around you, Ellen! We’re at the threshold of hell!” I laughed and it was good.

This morning, I’m inputting more books in Jerram’s library system while chatting with Craig about house stuff. In the midst of the conversation, I randomly typed in one of the books I was holding: Ape-men: Fact or Fallacy?, followed by “I’m losing it.” Craig came back immediately with, “Fact (consider some of the guys you went to high school with).” Again, I laughed and it was good.

We’re heading to the farm for an overnight away from the chaos. If I see another box, I’m curling up inside it and hoping somebody tapes it shut.


3 thoughts on “Wherein I Officially Lose It

  1. Kara Tippetts says:

    It’s good to laugh. Keep laughing, then sleep for a week. If you’re like me, you can’t sleep until it’s all finished. Or until the kitchen is unpacked. I can’t wait to see the pictures of your new house! I’m praying for you Megan.


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