And in the middle of all that, you get lightening and golf-ball sized hail.
Unemployment. Infertility. Mono. A spouse with kidney stones. Medical bills.
In the end, you are standing in the rain, clothes plastered to your body, shoes squishing with every step. Dreading the next hailstone or lightning bolt.
Sometimes I just want a moment to catch my breath. Dry off a little. Instead, I'm caught in the middle of an empty parking lot without an umbrella.
This year things are going to be different. I'm gonna buy a raincoat.