Here's to hoping the weekend will be better.
You see, earlier this week I lost my work keys...AGAIN. Frustrated I was (on top of mother nature's monthly call). So, most of the week I go without my keys, worry about where they could possibly be and then yesterday after work- my boss calls me. He found my keys.
"Really? Where? " I'm estatic that he's found them. I don't have to argue with the post office for a new key! I didn't lose my written works AGAIN!
"In the bathroom wastebasket." he says.
Wait. Stop. In the trash? OMG! Its a good thing I'm on the phone or else he'd have seen the reaction on my face. My brain has quickly put two and two together-mother nature's leftovers and my keys being rescued from that mess by my boss. **SIGH** I believe that is the most embarrassment I've had in a long time, now the question is how in the HELL did my keys get into that trash can in the first place???
So, I survived yesterday only to have today be much more inconvenient and costly. I woke, got the kids dressed and ready to go, headed out the door and what do I find?
My van has a flat tire. Not just a little bit low and needs a bit of air. NO. Its flatter than a pancake sitting on its rim. There was no way to drive it anywhere. What to do? How do I plan on paying for this to be fixed?
I run over to the neighbor's house (its my boss's house) talk to his wife and she kindly allows me to borrow the her car. So I get the kids loaded in, take them each to where they needed to be and then I returned her car back to her.
I then strapped my laptop on me and walked to work.
I can only hope the weekend will get better. Somedays, I really do just want to cry. I know the saying goes, "When it rains, it pours." but can I at least have a rainbow with it?