I have a lot going on, you could say :D
It's a really long story that I DON'T want to get in to but, I have a large court fine due on the 21st of this month. I THINK I will have enough money to cover it. THINK is the key word. However, it has taken me moving lots of stuff around, bailing on fun things I would love to do (including buying Christmas presents...for ANYONE, let alone my family. Thankfully, Bee got the kids stuff) and did I mention MOVING STUFF AROUND?! I've had to talk to my boss about my personal financial commitments this week. I don't even like talking to my husband about finances. Let alone someone I work for.
So there is THAT looming...
Then this morning...gah. If I had a time machine, what I would do with it...
So, I get in the car with the boys. I start it and 2 seconds later, my gas light comes on. This is my life, people. This was no surprise. I drive my car so often with the gas light on that I knew I had at least enough to drop Beboo off and possibly even Zach before I had to stop. I was running late, as usual, so I drove on to the babysitters. Hopped back in the car and headed out to take Zach to school. I get half way to Zach's school (which, by the way, is in the middle of NOWHERE), and I pull over into the lane so that I can pull into the gas station. However, there are a bajillion other cars doing the same thing. I also hate this gas station because it takes 3 years and a day to get OUT of it once you are done. I looked at the time. I looked at my gas gauge. I looked at the line and said, aloud, "fuck it. I'm going to chance it" and moved back over into the lane I was in. There is a gas station on my way to work that is not far from where Zach goes to school and it's way easier to get in and get out of. Figured it would mean the difference of getting to work on time or 5-10 minutes late.
Wrong.
I made it about 2 more miles. I made it about half a mile from the school. I was at least ON the road the school is on. Ran out of gas.
SIGH
I had to call my dad. 38 years old and still have to call my dad to save my ass. Poor Poppy. He had to get dressed. Find his gas can. Stop and put gas in it and come rescue us. He is older, too...so there isn't a whole lot of hustle to his bustle. We sat there for 45 minutes (He lives like 15 minutes from where we were). Now, Zach went from being early to almost late. I got to work 45 minutes late. All because I wanted to save 5-10 minutes off my commute. Poppy also gave me $20.00 to stop and put in the tank (I had $10.00 but he said it wasn't enough and gave me the $20.00). Also, I had to swear the boy to not rat me out to Bee. Bee, God love him, will spend the next 2 weeks lecturing me on not driving with the gas light on...even though, in my entire LIFE, this is the third time I ran out of gas. Bee has ran out of gas 427 times since I have met him (slight exaggeration).
I made it to work around 9am. Frazzled. Jittery. Unable to concentrate.
Oh well, I will be able to concentrate and take a HUGE breath come January 1st..
Until then...I'll be over here rocking back and forth :D
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