John is a man that must have a project and he found one today. For a long time, when we shower too long, the ceiling in J&J's room leaks. I am weird because, although I know this is obviously a problem, I had zero desire to tackle this issue. I just knew that once the ceiling was open, it meant we actually had to do the work to fix it. It wasn't so bad just putting a towel on the floor to catch the occassional drip. And with John leaving town tomorrow, I had a feeling it would just stay a big hole.
That didn't help either.
And sure enough he is leaving town and I have two holes in the wall. I had to wonder about myself when I told John I wished he had just left it alone. He asked me if I wanted to fix the problem. I said no, I didn't. Does this mean anything on a deep psychological level? Probably. But I was pretty good living in denial.
Everyone made it home safe and sound and we were back to knowing what it was like to have 5 kids, which is the way I prefer it! :)