Sorry for being mean.
But my blog is based on karma, so I felt it necessary to say how I feel about something. This something being Utah. Although now that I say it out loud, I fear the outcome.
See, Utah and my family have a strange relationship. Never been there. Not sure I really want to ever go either. But my husband has to travel there at least once a year for business-so he has no choice.
And every time he goes, the shit hits the fan(pardon the language)…and this time I mean that, literally. Almost fifteen years of what I feel as bad luck with Utah. He goes, we stay behind and wait for his return. He goes and has much success, I stay and clean up messes. LOTS of messes.
I have no ill feelings towards Utah in general…just the yin and yang of it all is starting to drive me mad.
But only when he is in Utah, do things really get nutty. Never good stuff. Always frustrating, heartbreaking, nail biting stuff.
I can go as far to say children have been hospitalized, countless illnesses, money woes, family fights, cars breaking down even death…you name it, it has happened.
I say yin and yang when I refer to this trip to Utah, because I am mentally using this to find clarity in all the madness I am dealing with over the past week…doctor’s visits, vomit, diarrhea, countless diapers to change, antifreeze oozing out of my daughter’s car, snow, fevers, and just the daily grind of getting people to and fro…with sick kids in tow and one car down.
With each trip, not just Utah (but especially Utah), I am forced to find my village of people that will stand by me, to help aid in one disaster or another…some days all at once. I have depended on family and some friends each time…for this, I am grateful. It is a running joke in my immediate circle of supporters that my husband “must be in Utah” when things rapidly spiral out of control…and yet it is funny that when he is home, we (me and my tribe and hardworking hubby) are all able to sit around and enjoy a cocktail and laugh at all the bizarre and annoying events during Utah week (and how everyone and everything seem to fall back into place/heal once it is over)…
Poor Salt Lake…I truly do not know you, and I have already passed judgement on you…
I am hoping there is balance at the end of this tunnel that is clogged with crap. My husband is having an extremely successful trip…I know this to be true. With suffering, there will be relief…at some point.
Are there more pressing problems in the world that are bigger than what I am dealing with? Sure. But right now, ok maybe at least last night, I wanted to throw in the towel. I had had enough blows for one week.
But today is a new day, and my husband comes home tomorrow. We can rejoice in his success and celebrate. Then we will- together, attack each challenge and try to move forward.
As corny as it sounds, we need each other. We find balance within ourselves when together…and I guess that is maybe why I had an epiphany while writing this…
I do not hate Utah, I love it. It brings balance to my life…it makes things clear to us as to why we are working so hard to move forward. Appreciating all our hard work-and bad days to be able to love the good ones…
Thank you, Utah…you just made my day.