This is the year of four. We just celebrated our fourth wedding anniversary, our daughter turned four at the beginning of the year, I'm going to turn 40 in a few weeks and my husband will turn 40 in the fall. The prophet, Google, says the number 4 means good things like stability and solid direction. Unfortunately, that is the exact opposite of what I've been experiencing lately.
I had a sinus infection for over a month and took lots of steroids and antibiotics. I'm finally well, but my allergies are going insane and that might be because we have a rodent issue at home. It/they found Easter candy and had a field day eating that and all of our produce. This morning was the first in two weeks we haven't found poop anywhere. Maybe it's because we got a big new trap, or maybe it's the essential oil spray I shot everywhere I could think of yesterday afternoon. The office is moving so we're all stressed about packing everything before the annual convention we're attending that starts this weekend because when we get back, there's only two days left to finish packing. And if that wasn't enough to deal with, this morning my daughter and I were in a car accident on the way to school. It was a hit and run which caused a domino effect across the highway involving five vehicles. Thankfully, the person who started it all was caught later this afternoon.
So where's this sense of balance and stability that's supposed to be happening? I've tried praying, yelling, screaming, posting on Facebook, venting to my husband and friends, but nothing's getting better. I usually feel better after I talk, but the universe is just not letting up. Another thing that's always in the back of my mind (and my husband's) is how desperately we need to move. We have seriously outgrown this place. No matter how much stuff we get rid of, there just isn't enough space for three people to comfortably live in the 1100 or 1300 square feet of our home (whatever size it is). There is no where but the bathroom to have privacy, and if the TV is on downstairs you have to watch it or hear it because of the layout of the place, and the only spot to sit upstairs are our beds.
Supposedly, numbers have a lot of power and meaning. Things surrounding our daughter's birth, like the time, date and post-birth recovery room number at the hospital after all contain 125. Maybe "lucky" number four just hasn't yet revealed itself to me, or if it has, it's not been positive.
