I don't normally do this, but today is one of those days. I am about to have a whine and complain and say poor me. Yes I know shock horror, but as the saying goes "The straw that broke the camels back". Well today I have reached that point
You all know what I am facing, and I think I am doing a good job facing it head on. So that is all good.
I still haven’t found a house to move into and the clock seems to be speeding up each day. But thanks to a close and special friend she has offered us her place to move into with her for the interim. So at least we will still have a house over our heads.
My beautiful and at times cheeky 5 year old son may have diabetes, (which has only come about in the last week). So now we are going through test after test to confirm or deny this. This started today. He had to go off this morning and have his first lot of bloods taken. This was new to him as he has never had to have a blood test before. But my brave little man took it all and hardly complained at all. And the pathology nurse was wonderful and made him feel really good afterwards, giving him a special child’s band aid with a cartoon character on it, as well as a special sticker letting every one know that he was brave when he had a blood test. As well as a coloring book and pencils. So lets hope this has paved the way for more test in the future.
And now for the straw that broke the camels back. Yesterday I had asked my husband to take a few things down to the local charity shop, and as per usual I get told later. So many hours later and still not done I stop harping about it and guess I will some how manage to do it myself today. Then strangely at midnight he gets up and gets change and starts taking everything out to the car and goes and drops it off. The only small problem I see with this is it is SHUT. Ohh but wait it must be open because he has finally decided the time was right. After a while he was still not home so I thought he must have stopped off at to talk with his mate that works at the 24 hour petrol station. Ohhh no was I in for a big surprise. In he comes, covered from head to toe in mud, breathless and all red.
He hands me the phone and calmly tells me and I quote
“Ring the car people; the car is at the round a bout down the road and the wheel won’t move”
Okay so a few questions pop in to mind,
1. What car people?
2. Which round about we have a few in a 5 km radius need more information?
3. Why won’t the wheel move?
4. AND WHAT THE HELL HAVE YOU DONE TO MY CAR?
Just to name a few, then I quote
“I was going around the round about and the car skidded and got stuck in the mud. I have got the car out but the wheel won’t move. But it is alright the car won’t get hit by anything it is safe”
Still have a few questions but I guess I am not going to get anything out of him. So I leave it. I ring the road side service to discover that some how I have forgotten to pay the bill so we no longer have this service, well okay here is a credit card number sign me back up. Sorry at this hour of the night we can not do that you can only pay cash to the driver when he arrives. But we won’t be able to get anyone out there for a few hours. Well bugger that. Leave it for now and we will deal with this in the light of the day.
Ohhh what joy, the light of the day and now I have discovered that he has F**** the back wheel housing. Ohh and you aren’t going to have a car for about a week while it gets fix ohhh and we can’t give you a quote yet on how much as we don’t know if we can get a wheel house for your car.
JUST GREAT
Ohh and on top of all this "Hubby the Great" keeps denying that he was speeding well hell if you skid off the road going around the round about, the likelihood of you speeding is very high.
So now all I want to do is ball up in a corner close my eyes and wake up in a few months time and let someone else deal with this.
I don’t want to play any more.
I don’t like this game of life and I want the cards reshuffled so I get a better deal.
Men we can’t live with them and we can’t live without them. Damm a no win situation.
Ohh yeah and before I forget
POOR ME.
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