Why must my life be so tumultuous? My car is taken away from me for almost three months and I am at the mercy of a man named Ruben from the auto body shop (who, incidentally, laughs at me when I call every week and calls me "Joy with the Mustang.") I am stuck in that scene of the Money Pit where the man says "2 weeks..." but this time it is referring to my vehicle rather than a home.
I take a lovely swimming job that is supposed to be "so easy. You'll love it." The job turns into endless nagging, crazy emails from people who think they are sane and a season that goes on foooor-eeeeveeeeer and just when ya think the season is coming to a close, you get a nasty email saying "Who made the decision that the season was over?" and you get suckered into coaching for 3 more weeks. 3 weeks when you don't have a car to get you there. Because your car has been in the shop for 3 months.
Then you go to work and review all day for the upcoming state tests, and the 5/6 Grade Math teacher (who teaches my entire class minus 5 kids in the remedial program afterschool. Yes, that's right. My entire class minus 5 kids is in the afterschool remedial program. My grade partner has 2 kids in the class. Real fair, right?) asks me every single Thursday "How do you put up with these kids all day long?" I thought I was making some serious strides with my class. I thought they were picking up the topics quickly and they were getting all the work I am throwing at them. And yet every Thursday I am brutually shot down... for the past 3 months. And then I go to swimming practice later that night and that reminds me that I have no car to get me there for 3 months.
So, needless to say I am looking forward to next Friday when I get my mother lovin' car back. I can't tell you how hard it is to drive to work every day with my mom and share a bathroom with my mom since Christmas. And eat dinner every night but Wednesday with my mom. And have no car for 3 months- but my Mom's. And never work out because I have no car to drive me to the gym and I have no time because swimming practice takes up every night that I am not busy with my mom.
I am not complaining. I am bickering and whining. And if you look at the box at the top of this blog it warns you that there may be a few "bickering sessions." Count this as one of them. I cannot wait to get my Mustang back. I cannot wait to have my V8 engine again. I can't wait to have no Beanie Babies in the back of the car I am driving.
I am hoping that next Friday things start looking up.
