Yesterday morning i woke up full of energy. For the first time in a long time i was energetic, happy, and ambitious about the things i wanted to do that day. Hubby woke up earlier than me to go chop corn and i had the house to myself. I got up and started some laundry, ate breakfast, and got to work on house cleaning. I felt good. My awful cough and sinus problems were all cleared up. It was a beautiful day outside. BEAUTIFUL. Sunny, cool breeze, perfect.
A few hours into my day, hubby calls and asks me if i want to go around the field with him for a while. Sure, i said. That sounds like fun! So, off i went to find him in the fields. I haven’t chopped corn with him in a long time and was really enjoying myself when his cell phone rang. I answered it and it was his dad. Are you in trouble with your house? No, why? Are you sure? Ya! Well, tell (hubby) to call me later. Okay.
Apparently, hubby’s grandma saw the foreclosure notice in the newspaper and told his dad. Great. Just exactly what we were hoping wouldn’t happen. So, later in the day hubby stops over at his parents house and tries to explain the situation to them. Of course, he can’t explain everything and comes home to get me. Great.
For the next two hours i’m sitting at the kitchen table at the in-laws trying to explain how the evil mortgage company is trying to ruin our lives and how we’re trying to work with them and are in the process of modifying our loan. Hubby’s mom is crying and blubbering and his dad is silent. Just what every kid in America wants to be when they grow up. Sitting at the kitchen table in your late 20’s trying to explain to your parents that it’s not so bad, and how you’re trying to get your life back together. Having only W-2 jobs their whole life, they have no idea how hard it is to be self-employed and how banks and the government like to torture entrpreneurs. That took a long time to explain. After all the cards were laid on the table and they knew all of our shortcomings, i sort of felt relieved to have this big dark secret out in the open. It felt good to know that your family is there if you need them.
Well, if you think the story end there and we all live happily ever after, you better buckle up and hold on. After we came home and ate dinner, we started winding down for the evening. Hubby turned on the TV in the back room to sit down and relax for a few minutes, but the TV is acting up. It is very old, so it’s possible it might be dead. No TV, so he goes upstairs to work on the computer for a while. I stayed downstairs and was cleaning up the kitchen. All of a sudden, he’s screaming my name and says there’s a tow truck in the driveway. Bet you can guess what they’re there for. So, hubby comes racing downstairs and is putting his clothes on as fast as he can. He runs outside and finds out that they’re there to pick up the truck, but not the one in the driveway he’s already connected to. It’s in the barn, but hubby tells him it’s not here. Driver checks the VIN and leaves. Holy tomolly, that was a close one.
After this episode, i finally break down. I haven’t cried or gotten too emotional up to this point. Last night i lost it. I can’t take it anymore. Last year at this time i thought we had reached rock bottom. That is when we started InCharge and started getting our finances on track. Or so we thought. Somehow, we’ve managed to grab a shovel at ground zero. What’s next in this little adventure we call life?