One thing after another

Wow.. what a week I've had. I've come to terms with the fact that when something good happens in my life... it's beaten back by 3 times as many bad things.

For two weeks now, my finance (love saying that) and I have been planning to take our (love saying that too..lol) kids to the zoo. Wednesday, after work, I had a little car trouble... nothing major.. thought it was a connection to the battery. It didn't start, but got it started after a couple of trys. Didn't have any more problems till Friday. Friday morning comes... the kids and I go out to the car to leave for work/school... car won't start. This time, it's not starting after a couple of trys. The car is just clicking when I try to get it started. So, I call up a friend of mine to come and get me for work. When I get home from work on Friday, I call my mom to tell her about my car problem and she hits me with more bad news. My grandfather had a fall, and broke his hip!!!! Ok, two bad things in one day. My grandfather, my mother told me, was ok. He was scheduled for surgery the next day.

So, Saturday comes... and so does a whole lot more. Steve and I have planned on how we're going to fix the car. He's going to borrow some jumper cables from his brother and see if we can't get the car started that way. He goes to his brother's... his brother can't find his jumper cables. No biggie.. Steve can borrow some from his Dad. He also is going to borrow a jack, being that my piece of shit car has the battery underneath the car instead of on top. So, he comes home from his brother's.. and before he heads to his dad's, he realizes something else wrong with the car. The right front tire has metal showing. AAAGGGHHHH!!!!!!

Ok...another plan. He's going to go borrow the jack and jumper cables... he wants me to find a place that sells used tires while he's gone. I complete that task, and as soon as he gets home he goes to take off of the tire. Guess what???? THE JACK IS TOO BIG!!!! It won't fit under my car. So, we figure we'll jump the car... drive it to the tire shop and get it fixed that way. The car jumps pretty easy... FINALLY something goes right!!!!

Ok... so get this icing to the cake. We get the tire all fixed, the car starts up no problem and we head back to Gentry. I get to the grocery store in Gentry.... I pull in....I'll be God Damned the left front tire is flat as a pancake!!!!!! I lose it. I can't think that anything else can go wrong. We don't have a jack to put the donut on the car, so the car has to stay there. I get extremely pissed off. I call my mom on the verge of tears. Steve was with us with the truck, in case the car wouldn't start, so we all rode home with him.

I'm so lucky to have a great man to make me feel better. I really gave him a hard time when I got home. I was so pissed off that I just wanted to be alone.. and I took my frustration out on him. It's just a good thing he is so wonderful, cause he just ignored it. He left me alone for a while like I asked, but not for long. He was right back in there talking to me, listening to my self pity, and getting me to cheer up. My mom called and told me that my dad was going to come and get the car in the morning and take it back to his house to fix. Also, my grandpa made it out of surgery just fine. Hopefully this will be the end of my bad luck for right now. I know there will be more.. there always is.. but hopefully I can get through this weekend without any more hiccups.