The Daily Game of Whack-a-Mole

(by Beebop)

Some days I honestly believe God wakes up, looks down, and says, “ YEAH, Let’s see how many curveballs Beebop can handle today.”

Every morning it’s something new. One property needs a repair. The car decides to make a new sound I’ve never heard before with the check engine light on. The power blinks out just long enough to reset every clock in the house and blow the breaker inside my frig. Someone in the family catches a bug. It’s not disaster—it’s more like a never-ending round of Whack-a-Mole.

Yesterday, the shower curtain rod in my bathroom suddenly gave up and crashed to the floor. The day before that, I noticed a small puddle of oil under my truck. The day before that, I woke up with a sore throat. A week ago, a tenant called about a drip in the ceiling that turned into a full-blown ceiling replacement project. And somewhere in between all that, a mouse managed to build a cozy little nest in the motor housing of my lawnmower.

It’s almost funny—almost.

Then there are the things that aren’t really emergencies but still manage to hang over my head like storm clouds. The dental cleaning I’ve been rescheduling since the spring because, honestly, I’d rather fix a leaking roof than sit in that chair. The reminder in the mail that I need to pick a new Medicare plan this week. The stack of electric supplier offers promising to “lower my rate” that all read like fine-print nightmares.

And don’t even get me started on that doctor’s office “online questionnaire” they insist I fill out before my next appointment. Twenty-seven questions about my diet, caffeine intake, and whether I “feel safe at home.” I’m tempted to write, “Not when the shower rod attacks me.”

Just when I think I’ve caught up, something else jumps out at me.
“Oh my God—the inspection sticker expired last month!”
Or, “Why is there a branch sticking out of my deck railing?”
Or, “What’s that humming noise under the sink?”

Nothing huge. Nothing that can’t be fixed. But it never ends.

And here’s where I start to wonder—maybe it’s just me. Maybe this is my personality. Maybe I’m wired with a “get it done” attitude that won’t let things go. Some folks can look at a dripping gutter or a yard full of leaves and think, “Eh, no big deal.” Me? I’ll be out there with a ladder, a rake, and a can of paint before breakfast. The peeling trim around the window in my living room? It’ll keep me up at night until it’s fixed.

Above all that, it’s not like I’m a neat freak—far from it. With my ADD, I can be a complete mess, disorganized, distracted, and hating every second of it. But for some reason, the stuff that breaks, leaks, falls, or flickers—those things call my name until I make them right again.

And yet… maybe that’s the point. Maybe these little daily disruptions are reminders that life’s still moving, that I’m still needed, that there’s still work to do and lessons to learn. People say God doesn’t give us challenges we can’t handle, and I believe that. But sometimes, I wish He’d let me clock out for a day—maybe two if He’s feeling generous.

Then again, for every cracked pipe or flashing “check engine” light, there’s a blessing right beside it. I have a warm home, a loving wife, daughters who make me proud, grandkids who keep me laughing, and work that keeps me moving. Maybe this is the trade-off—the price of a full life.

So tomorrow, when something else inevitably pops up (and it will), I’ll take a breath, roll up my sleeves, and smile.
“All right, Lord,” I’ll say. “Let’s see what You’ve got for me today.”

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