Because life seems to be giving us truckloads of lemons. We are still battling with the moving company to try to get our claim settled. I will just say that contrary to the name of the company, our satisifaction isn't really a big concern of theirs. A "real job" still hasn't panned out for me. The Diva is wait-listed at the preschool of our choice, so if a job does pan out for me we will have to find some sort of plan B. Things could be worse, they could always be worse. At least we have our health, and eachother. But let me tell you, three people basically living out of one room is no picnic. The Diva makes her way to our bed without fail every night, and I can't really stop her, since I have other people to worry about waking up. So once we are in our own place, getting her back into our regular routine should be interesting.
Monday I lost 50 dollars. Just lost it, dropped it, something. My only hope is that whoever found it put it to good use and didn't spend it on crack or something else I wouldn't approve of. The husband says I lost the money and it is no longer my business what the finder spends it on;I shouldn't have lost it in the first place. I shouldn't complain too much since he was a lot nicer about it than I anticipated he would be. We really aren't in a position to go around sprinkling money all over town.
Tuesday I had a job interview. I think it went okay, but only okay. I am really not counting on it panning out. I am driving home, thinking about things I wish I had said, and I hear this loud noise coming from the front of my car. Luckily I have heard this noise before so I quickly figured out that I had a flat tire. I was stuck in a line of traffic. I am not good in these situations. They are usually a sure-fire way to send me into panic attack mode. But I put my hazards on and pulled into the nearest driveway. I was hoping to make it up to a church parking lot that I saw in the distance, but I could tell I didn't have that much time. I called the husband, since I was pretty sure he was working nearby and could come help me out. I then called my friend who was caring for The Diva, to tell her I may be later than expected. As I was talking to her, a giant paving truck pulls into the driveway. I started freaking a little bit, thinking this person was going to chew me out for being in the driveway. The guy gets out of the truck with a big grin on his face and says "Let me guess, you have a flat tire." Well mister, good guess, since my rim is now attached to the gravel in this driveway. He then goes to his garage, grabs a giant floor jack and tells me to grab my spare, he will change my tire. So within a few minutes I am back on the road. I call the husband back and tell him I am driving to get The Diva. He immediately assumes I am trying to drive on a flat. Now, come on! I was pretty proud of myself for keeping my cool, and was really excited about my good luck. Thanks to the good samaritan who got me back on the road. I really need to practice changing my own tire, so when this happens again (and I am sure it will), I will be able to handle it completely on my own. $150 later, I am back on the road with my tires in tact!