Not A Good Day

It got off to a wonderful start. Kevin got to school on time and I got the van to the repair shop on time. I was told it would be about an hour so I sat with my book. Happy to have some reading time, but then I was looking forward to coming home and doing some cooking with my Gab. After a little better than an hour the nice lady came to me and said the wrong tire was ordered. I commented that a call would have been nice, since she did realize it yesterday. I didn't mention the fact that it was ordered a week ago. So then I asked about the brake pads, were they in? I had been told that they would be ordered so that if they were needed they would be ready to go. See I had already showed up to get my tire at 0900 (on a previous day) like I was told to be and the tires never arrive until ~1500. Why I wasn't told that at the time so I could plan accordingly was beyond me. Since I was nice but irritated the man volunteered to me that he would order those brake pads for me. Thank you that is ever so kind. OK, back to this morning. The brake pads were not in and he had no recollection of having told me he would order them. Folks, I lost it! I raised my voice to the point that she told me I needed to calm down. To which she got my pointy finger telling her that I did not need her telling me what I needed to do! Then I called my husband, walked out the front door and started bawling like a baby. I calmed down, went back in to apologize for my behavior and burst into tears again. At which point this thing hugged me and walked me back out the door very quickly. was there any thing she could do for me, no as I pushed her away. I was very embarrassed and angry. Michael arrived and sat beside me. I told him that I was the one that got ugly, not her. I
just knew he was gonna go in there feeding off my emotion to save the day. He did not. They saw him and told him to just take the van and get.
Then he brought me home and listened to me wail and complain. He told me that they were rude. That my anger was my own sin. That I went in there expecting something and didn't get it and it made me angry. He is ever so right!! Course if I'm told that there would be new brakes and a tire waiting for me, I don't think my expectation was unreasonable. I kept telling him I did not feel well. Physically. I still feel really bad. Not bad enough to want to go to bed, but bad enough to want to just sit and cry because it felt good to do so. Finally I went and called the doctor. Mean while Michael is in the piggy band counting out quarters. He took me to lunch. Remember I don't feel good and I have just had one heck of a cry so going out to eat wasn't my first choice. But it was something he could do to make me feel better. Out we went. While there the doctor returned my call. I have to submit another sample and see him at 1000 in the morning. Now my husband wants to go to the PX and look at the protein mixes. We can't buy any until payday because I did not manage the budget very well this month. Which incidental is why Michael was raiding the piggy bank for lunch. I want to look at him and ask what part of I don't feel good don't you get? But I smiled and said sure. Then I realized that I still had to take Gab to town and pick up Kevin, which means I have to stop at the bank and get gas as well. So Michael suggested that I take his car. His car had gas so that cut out two stops.
I dropped him off at work and went to the Naval Hospital to leave a sample. As I walked through the halls I reflected on the morning and was trying to figure out how to keep some humor and perspective on the whole thing, esp for when I blogged about it. As I looked down I realized I was wearing a sweat shirt that has WWJD stitched across the front of it! Oh Yea. I think it will be burned! It is very comfortable but every time I wear it I do something very stupid!

Which reminds me of an e-mail that will be a fitting close to this blog:
A man driving down the road had to make a sudden stop at a stop light causing the woman in the car behind him to also come to an abrupt stop. The woman was not happy and proceeded to rant and cuss and flip off the car in front of her. Next thing she new there was a police officer at her window asking her to step out of the car. He took her to the station, mug shot, finger printed and put her in a cell. After a couple hours he came to her and said, Ma'am please accept my apologies. See I was behind you when you were ranting and cussing and flipping off that man, and since on your bumper I was reading all these Honk if you love Jesus, WWJD, and God is my co-pilot I naturally thought you had stolen the car.

Thank goodness there was no cop present, I did not cuss and My Michael was available to come save me from myself.