Some Days...

Some days you want to scream at the world.
Some days you spend all morning wondering why these sorts of things happen to you.
Some days all you want to to is lay in bed.
Some days you feel like crying for no real reason.
Some days...

This morning we woke up to snow all over our front yard. We knew it was supposed to be coming, but our weathermen haven't been exactly accurate lately. Besides it was 72 degrees yesterday at noon. Who really thought it would be cold enough to snow less that 12 hours later. I should have known that it was possible. After all, I have lived in the Texas Panhandle with this crazy weather for my entire life, so I have seen stranger things happen. Anyway the point is that between my house and my husband's job there is a curve which apparently was quite slick and he ran up on the curb and now his car is messed up. Well, to be accurate the wheel is messed up. I have called every tire place in town. Nobody carries that rim anymore, andeven if they could get it, it would be about $500 just to replace one rim. We will be replacing all four rims and (nearly brand new) tires. Thatwill still cost us close to $500 to fix, like we didn't have better plans for that money. Thank goodness for income tax returns.
On top of all that is my disenchatment with my internship that I have been feeling. Toss in a little disappointment with my plans to remodel our bathroom and my frustration over not finding the right cabinetry, blend with a liberal dose of guilt over missing so much of my son's childhood and not being able to keep the house as clean as I would like, and you have the perfect recipe for a bad day. I have been having a string of bad days, actually. I am just generally moody and grumpy. I really just wanted to stay in bed with my little boy all day, pretending that we didn't have anything better to do than watch Sesame Street and eat donuts. Unfortunately I can't do that, becuase I am not a good liar and I can't just call work and take a day off cause I want to, plus working for a church, I would feel like a totaly jerk calling in sick when that is so obviously not true. I don't even like to call in sick when I am sick. Baby Boy and I both had the flu recently, and I still almost went to work, out of guilt. So here I sit at my desk at work, being in a bad mood, on the verge of tears over everything. Maybe tomorrow will be better.