I started Monday out on such a high note, but as I sit on the sofa feel defeated, I just want to cry.
My husband’s car died last night and I don’t know if it can be fixed, should be fixed, or just replaced. Unfortunately, it’s not really a good time for us to be able to buy a new car.
Yesterday as we were leaving my parents’ house my dad noticed that two of my tires needed to be replaced. My husband tried to take it in but it was too close to closing time so they wouldn’t do it.
I worked on a difficult project all day Friday and all day today with no end in sight.
This evening my daughter fought me from the moment we arrived home until bedtime. Right out of gate she threw a fit because it was suppertime and I wouldn’t give her peanut butter cake. She wanted me to color a firetruck with her while I was cooking supper, but I couldn’t because I was cooking. Then because I cut her sandwich in half she was upset and refused to eat it. The half of a banana that I gave her was inferior to the half on her brother’s plate. After three bites she was “full” but needed cake. This went on for an hour.
After supper I cleaned up the kitchen and loaded the dishwasher.
I grabbed the faucet and pulled the handle to rinse out the sink when the handle came off in my hand. I got a face full of cold water. In my surprise I moved aside and water shot clear across the room and ran down the back wall. It sprayed all over the floor.
I’m sure my husband will be thrilled when he comes home.
Now I feel guilty for spending money on a treadmill and the money my husband spent on concert tickets.
I just can’t win for losing. Ughhhhhhhh. I could just sit here and cry.