Apartment for Josh

My husband is smart.  He knew how to turn our two-car garage into an apartment, and even more impressive, was able to get the rest of us in the family to help with the grunt work. The garage is now a beautiful place to live, with a bedroom, living room, office, kitchenette, and bathroom.

The purpose for the apartment was to give Josh some independence, and a space of his own, while still being close enough to get help as he needed it.  On paper it works perfectly. Josh has his privacy, we have our privacy, we take care of our side, and he takes care of his side.  Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!!! Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!!!!

I like jokes. I make a living writing and telling jokes. I actually LOVE jokes. It doesn’t work though if the punchline is not funny!  Do you here that Universe? You forgot the funny, and went instead for a punch in the gut.  Letting us believe that Josh could thrive in his own space, that he would be able to handle and even appreciate this new opportunity, is just a poorly written, bad joke.

Enter Captain Morgan.  Don’t take it personally. Watch My cousin Vinnie, again.

I realize that none of this is about Josh. We had expectations of him, and for him. Every one of those expectations was about us, and about what we want to see happen.  That somehow, this new space would spark some interest in his surroundings, and he would begin to see the things he typically overlooks.  And that wasn’t fair. We blew this one.

He told me that he thinks he would do better if he moved back into his old room, in our side of the house.  S**t!!

So, we’ve got a very nice garage apartment for rent…

Listen to the Podcast  – JHA006: Josh’s Apartment