Pity Party

I have bad luck.  John has bad luck.  Together, we are a shit storm of bad luck.

On Monday, there was torrential rain in New Jersey.  For hours, it poured buckets.  And to my dismay, we got some water in our basement.  Not a ton, but enough to get the new playroom carpet wet.  I spent a lot of time soaking water up with towels and emptying the dehumidifier.  It was not a great way to start the day.

After lunch, John noticed that our van had a flat tire.  GRRRR.  He drove the van to the repair shop, but there was a long wait.  He didn't want to wait in the shop for hours, so he decided to walk back home in the rain.

At this point, I was starting to get a little crabby.  Everything seemed to be going wrong.  But then the sun came out, the kids went swimming, and John fired up the grill.  I thought that maybe we could salvage the day.  And then one of my dental crowns popped off. MOTHERFUCKER!

On Tuesday, John had to go back to the doctor because he keeps getting reoccurring sore throats.  He had strep in July, but he just can't seem to kick it.  He is now on his third round of antibiotics.

When poor, sick John got home from work, I had to rush out the door to have my dental crown repaired.  Except that when I got outside, I realized that my van was dead.  It would not even attempt to start.  John thought it was the battery and tried to jump it, but no dice.  We had to call a tow truck.

On Wednesday night, we finally got our car back (it was the starter). YAY!  I was so relieved to have my vehicle back. But that sensation was short-lived, because on Thursday morning my van was dead again.   What the fuck world?  Why do you insist on screwing me over?  The repair shop sent over a guy to look at it, but he couldn't figure it out, so we had to have it towed AGAIN.

It was been a rough week, and I am eagerly looking forward to putting it all behind me.