Tuesday, January 13, 2009

When it rains, it pours

Wow. What a F-ing week I am having and it’s only Tuesday. On Monday Gary got home from work to find out that the puppy had had a party in our house. He had gotten into a basket of magazines and proceeded to tear them to shreds across the dining room and living room, he pulled the table cloth and items on the table down into the floor and started to chew on the folder with our ultrasound pics in it (luckily no damage done), he went in the kitchen and chewed his piddle pad to shreds (they are hard to clean up b/c they leave dusty fluff everywhere), then he peed on the rug and went upstairs and ate my DKNY glasses. I am not a brand name type of person, I don’t buy nice stuff, but those glasses were nice and I wear them a lot and with the baby coming and me getting up and down during the night I knew I would need them as I can’t sleep in contacts. So, I was fully expecting that I would have to buy new glasses this week for a couple hundred. Then I get up this morning and I can’t even explain what happened, I will blame it on my pregnant brain, but I was backing out of the left side of our garage, with plans to pull my car over to the right side and park in front and leave it running to heat up, I wanted to open the left side of the garage for the lady I carpool with to pull into b/c it’s easier to back in and out of….so I pull out and I cut it funny and ram on the gas for whatever reason and hit the garage and demolish my car. I mean demolish. I am going to have to get a whole new bumper, quarter panel, there is going to be body work involved, etc. I just stood in my driveway and cried. 2 seconds of stupidity for thousands of dollars in damage. That’s not even counting the fact that I messed up the garage door. So, the lady I carpool with pulled up and I’m like I don’t know what to do and she’s like put it back in the garage. So, I did and I got in the car with her. I couldn’t even close the garage door. Sigh. I am so sad. We soooo don’t have the money for that right now. I was supposed to take a trip to visit friends this weekend, but now I wonder if I can justify the money it’ll cost in gas and food? Gary is taking my car to the body shop right now and getting a rental car. I am so furious at myself. Our deductible is high and I’m sure our insurance will go up a good bit. This is the last thing we need at 6 months pregnant with a ton of home renovations going on. Okay I think I need to go to the bathroom at work and cry again.


Audrey said...

Not to say that the car or the puppy events are trivial, because they are NOT, but you are definitely hitting the overwhelmed stage of pregnancy. Everything will start to seem like it's too much to handle - your hormones are going to take you on quite a ride. The puppy mess is what puppies do, and I'm super glad he didn't ruin your u/s pics even if he did ruin your glasses. The car, well I'd chalk that up to Preggo Brain. Or just a misfire somewhere. I once stepped on the gas instead of the break when I was parallel parking and came within a fraction of an inch to backing into a BMW. Hang in there, and take your queue from the hubby on if the trip should be canceled. And if there's anything I can do for you, let me know. We're practically neighbors after all. *hug*

Nitsirk said...

I'm sorry you are having a tough week. I have had a few emotional breakdowns, usually for no reason. It generally means I need a nap. 2 weekends ago I totally lost it and then proceeded to sleep for 2 hours.

As for the puppy, have you thought about a crate? We use one with ours and he loves it. It made housebreaking a snap since he won't go in the crate and I have the peace of mind knowing he can't get into anything and potentially harm himself.

N.D. said...

Aww, hang in there :(
Hope the week gets better.