Grouchy posting ahead.....proceed at your own risk!
People say that life is like a rollercoaster ride - lots of ups and downs, unexpected turns, and so forth. Most of the time I can buy into that analogy. However, lately it feels like my rollercoaster has a bumper-car segment, and I think I'd like to get off for a bit!
Oldest son finally found a job (yay!) as a delivery driver for a pizza place. He knows the assistant manager, it's fairly close to home, he gets decent tips, it's all good. The problem is that he got rear-ended a few days before he was supposed to start working, and his car was seriously damaged. (Thankfully he is fine. ) Hubby and I agreed to loan him the money to get another car so he'd have something for work, and he could repay us once the Miata was fixed and sold. Unfortunately, he got a lemon. A big, shiny, red lemon. I'm not sure if son had a brain-fart or what when he drove the thing, but it was a baaaaad purchase. The menfolk have already put far too many hours and dollars into that car, and it's still not right. So son has been driving my VW Bug to work, hubby drives the van, and I do whatever I have to do when there's a vehicle available.
Then came yesterday. Son called me from work to tell me that the Bug was acting up. After some back-and-forth, hubby wound up driving home early from his job to meet son at the pizza place and follow him home, because we weren't sure what was going on with the car and I had no way to help out. Which means that, of the five - FIVE! - vehicles that we currently own, only one is both available and safely driveable. So this morning hubby drove a rental car to work.
At this point, I honestly don't know whether to laugh or cry. The situation is simply ridiculous. To add to the joy, son wasn't feeling well by the time he got home yesterday and our old dog is acting funny and displaying some unpleasant physical issues (don't ask, you really don't want to know). I woke up this morning with a migraine and we're almost out of milk and bread. I'm waiting for a hump to appear on my back and a wart on my nose, because that's just the way things are going, you know?
I know things could be much worse, I do. Just sometimes the constant stream of minor frustrations gets a bit overwhelming, and I want it to stop. Just stop, give me a break, let me catch my breath, okay? Maybe then I could help out the friends and family who are also getting hit with all sorts of stupid crap, without feeling like I'm letting go of my own life preserver to hand one to them.
This will pass, I know....it always does.....but oh, the waiting!