when your car starts yelling at you to take care of it
So you send your husband out to do it. Not a big deal except your husband
was already busy trying to fix his truck which had the clutch go out. And not just one part of the clutch but both parts, which of course you have to buy separately. Said husband also had to drive this to work today:
His unlincensed, uninsured vehicle upon which he put a license plate (that I erased so we didn't get in trouble) that did not belong to this particular vehicle. It belongs
to the afore mentioned pickup that is out of commission until the clutch is replaced. Hopefully that will be soon because not only is the husband driving 25 miles a day illegally, he is also driving a car that is leaving this:
A nice big puddle of power steering fluid wherever it stops.
Add this (which was once my computer monitor but is now a big pile of parts because I am trying to figure out how to fix it myself as the alternative, according to the "geek squad", is to buy a new monitor which runs upwards of $200.) to the equation along with this:
My husband's "new" (read less than two months old) tennis shoes that have already worn out and have to be replaced, along with this:
a second reaction I am having to a bee sting I got a week and a half ago, and you realize that sometimes Fridays are worse than Mondays. But, good news, there is a saying in the christian life - "It's Friday, but Sunday is coming." While this isn't quite what the saying is talking about I am holding onto that little nugget of wisdom right now.
P.S. It's already getting better.