I worked all day Sunday since I was catching up from last week when my dad was hospitalized on Tuesday. Every day last week was a roller coaster experience hearing about new tests, new medicines, and new nurses until we finally got a diagnosis. I was mentally exhausted. Yesterday was a fresh day. I completed almost all my scheduled work. This column was the only thing left. At 11.30PM, I was wiped out. I called it a day. I would write the column today. When I got back from working out early this morning, my husband had accidentally flooded our living room and spa room. Yes, you read that right. The spa room was a half inch under water. Luckily, only one third of the living room was under water. Despite all that’s happened, I love my life. Do you love yours?
You may be wondering, how can I be so calm. I am as a matter of fact. What you don’t know is that I did the same thing (flooding the house) a couple of years ago. The difference with my flood was that it was far, far worse. When I called my husband at work after the flood was under control, I told him, “The water is gone now.” He quietly asked, “What water?” Then I explained how I was working on a proposal from 8.30AM till 1PM. I had accidentally left the hose that was filling our spa running while I worked. The spa is in a room in our house. (It wasn’t our idea and don’t ever put a spa in your house.)
Before I called my husband, I had already called the water restoration company and they quickly came and sucked all the water out. The only thing my husband said was a comment about my ability to focus for so long. He said, “Wow, that’s pretty good to sit so long.” He never yelled about the flood. Today, he had woken early to fill the spa. Right before he went to work at 7.30 we both saw the flood. This time, I told him, “Not to worry. Remember I’m a pro at this.” I never got upset.
I did quickly realize that I could call Home Depot and see if they had any machine to vacuum up the water. They did and in an hour the water was gone. I had planned to write my column this morning and move on to other work this afternoon. I’m behind in my work now. Again, I’m not worried. Why? Because I always build in a time cushion for the unexpected as I plan my work. Ever since my dad got sick I realized that my time isn’t my own any more. Do you plan for the unexpected as you plan your work? I would. You need to so you can prevent the stress from the unexpected. Also, I’m without the aggravation or upset that some people might feel if a disaster strikes them. Why? Because I have people who care about me in my life. Do you?