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Mother Nature Hates Our House!
It’s Friday evening at 6:10 and as I’m driving down the road after a 9 hour shift at work to stop off at a couple of stores I rarely get the time to go to, my phone rings. Traffic is heavy, so I find a street to pull off on and check my voice mail. My first thought is that my ex has called with a question about my kids, or that my mom thought of something for me to bring home after work. Yep, it’s my mom. Her voice is frantic, on the verge of tears and I immediately think she’s hurt or that my kids are hurt or…