Some Days It's Just Not Worth Getting Out of Bed

I am on this "bad luck" streak -- it's actually not bad luck per se (I don't believe in luck), but I have been on a roll of things going to shit since yesterday.

I signed Daughter up for swim lessons. Not traditional swim lessons, but lessons that will teach her how to be a competitive swimmer. Right now, she is still learning to swim, but she loves it. I knew she would love it because she loves being in the water -- pools, lakes, the bathtub -- you name it, she wants to be in it all day.

Anyway, her lessons are Tuesdays and Wednesday evenings. Tuesday at 6pm and Wednesdays at 5:30pm. Yesterday, we were running a little late to her lesson because I forgot my cellie at home and had to turn around. I was still in the neighborhood, but it still wasted about 5 minutes of my drive time. We arrived at the high school right at 6pm, and she hadn't even changed yet. The parking lot was JAMMED, so that should have been my first clue that something was amiss. We forge on to the pool, after having to hike the back 40 to get to the school (we usually get a parking space in the driveway right in front of the pool, but it was full due to my running late.) We are rushing to the pool, and we get to the part of the school where the locker room door is, and this woman stops me because there's a SWIM MEET that night and the lessons have been moved. And the school they were moved to -- I have no idea where it is. Daughter starts bawling her eyes out, having a nervous breakdown because she loves going swimming so much, and I'm feeling like Mother of the Year. I basically tell Daughter we are not going to the lesson because I don't know where the school is -- we get into the car and I feel like a massive asshole. I decide to try and figure out where this freaking school is...and 15 minutes later, we're there.

But the fun doesn't end there. We are not about 20 minutes late. We rush into the locker room, Daughter changes, and we go out to where the swimmers are. I look around for her swim coach and don't see her. As a matter of fact, I don't see any of the swimmers in her group. Daughter starts panicking and she finds another coach who tells her that her group isn't practicing tonight. OH FUCK. She immediately starts crying and having a meltdown, and once again, I feel like Mother of the Year x2. Of course, all of this was basically MY FAULT because I didn't notice the "NO PRACTICE" on the calendar for her lessons. Way to go.

So that was yesterday. Today, the streak continued when I realized that I must have thrown out the order forms for my Pure Romance party on Saturday -- for girls I didn't know. Luckily, I already processed their credit card payments and ordered the items I didn't have in stock and owe them BUT I DON'T KNOW WHO THESE GIRLS ARE AND I DON'T HAVE THEIR ADDRESSES OR PHONE NUMBERS. So I had to call the hostess and bascially tell her what I did like a massive dipshit and ask her to have the girls I own items to to give me a call.

I realized I must have thrown them out at about 6:30pm today. Of course, today was trash day and I'm sure they picked the trash up at 6:29pm. Well, maybe not really, but they might as well have for all the luck I've been having these past two days. Can't wait to see what tomorrow has in store for me.

Some Days It's Just Not Worth Getting Out of Bed

I got into a car accident today. UGH. No one was hurt, but what a day. I was on my way home from running some errands, and I was in the far right lane coming up on a light, getting ready to turn right, and someone was turning left into something to the right of me and I ran right into the side of his pickup truck. The whole front end of my car was smashed and I have to take it in for service tomorrow. It was a waste of an afternoon.

Once the police came, the cop told the guy I ran into it was his fault (which I secretly did a little dance inside about, because at first when we pulled into the area where we parked our cars, the guy jumped out of his truck and tried to chew me out -- which let me tell you, I was having none of. I get enough shit at home from the one I'm married to, I'm not about to let some strange guy give me a hassle). Anyway, I did get a ticket for "not having car insurance" since I didn't have that stupid-ass piece of paper in my car with the up-to-date info on it. Which pissed me off because it's like a $250 ticket, but on the bright side -- the cop decided not to write me the ticket for not having my registration in my car (another stupid-ass piece of paper I was missing).

So while this all was happening, Husband was at the movies with Daughter -- they went to go see Indiana Jones. So after the diabacle of the afternoon, I drove my now-ghetto-looking piece home and waiting for the chewing out to begin once Prince Charming got home. He didn't disappoint.

1. Despite the accident not being my fault, it was my fault according to him --even though he wasn't there -- because "I don't pay attention" when I drive. Really? REALLY? Because I get in so many accidents (this is my second accident in the fucking 20+ years I've been driving-- oh, and that one WASN'T MY FAULT either. Some lady rear ended me).

2. He just told me yesterday to "be careful" -- and there I went today, not being careful.

3. He hopes we don't have to pay the deductible because "we don't have it." And my personal favorite -- brace yourself --

5. We can never get ahead, because it's always something.

Yes, I ruined his day. Nevermind, I WAS THE ONE IN THE ACCIDENT. Nevermind, he never once asked me if I was OK. Nevermind, that the shit wasn't my fault. Nevermind, that it's MY FUCKING RIDE I am without now, and I probably will be without it for a few weeks. Oh no. Nevermind that. This was just one more example of how I try to make his life miserable. Of course I did it on purpose, right?

I ended up borrowing my dad's Mustang, so at least my "loaner" car is something I'll have fun driving. Although I wanted to poke my dad's eyeballs out when he said that I couldn't put the top down and to drive carefully. :)

Some days its just not worth getting out of bed.