It’s times like these, times when life just feels like a steaming pile of…
…that I really miss my sister.
We’re like the same person, and yet we are so totally not the same person! It’s crazy. I realize this more and more, the older I get:
No one gets me like my sister does.
(HA! Sarah – I just started a blog about you with a poop emoji!)
Earlier this week. I had a meltdown on the phone with my mom, over the general state of “disarray” my life has suddenly fallen into (disarray is not my thing, if you haven’t figured that out). I might have had a few, progressive meltdowns. Maybe.
My mother – certain I must be suicidal after suffering a “broken” husband”, “broken” car, two “broken” houses, and a “broken” washer/dryer all in two weeks (actually, I’m sure she thought I would be just fine until the washer/dryer, and she was right) – called my younger, carefree, messy, unflappable sister to warn her.
And my sister responded:
“Oh come on – she’ll be fine and you know it. This is like the Superbowl of stress and problemsolving. Lisa was BORN for this. She’s gonna go Tom Brady her way out of it and win MVP of life.”
AND SHE’S RIGHT. DAMMIT.
In the last 24 hours I have actually high-fived my husband; I’ve actually smacked him on the ass and congratulated him on our “MVP performance”.
I might be on a little bit of a fourth-quarter high right now, after getting a new sump pump installed, buying a new washer and dryer, bringing out three contractors for estimates, and hiring a handyman all within 72 hours (during part of which I was on the road to Phoenix).
She’s always right. Nobody knows me like she does. She gets me.
(And I get her, too, just so you know…)
I’ve done it before, but I need to regularly…
I need to get some sister therapy:
Miss you all the time, Saroots, but a lot right now. You would really be enjoying the show.