When it rains it pours
1. the brakes on my car are shot $200+ to fix
2. Oven broke..need to eat and cook x-mas eve meal $229.00 to replace part.
3. hubby's vehicle broke down yesterday. $500+ to fix?
4. Lumber for laundry room $200 ?
5. Absolutely crappy worst birthday meal ever $100 (this is before all the above happened)
6. Christmas is coming....there is no mysterious money tree...I abhore using credit.
This crap happens every fucking year. I'm so sick of it. I might just close a 401k/IRA plan that has minimum money in it. I know it's stupid with all the taxes, fines, fees etc...but I'm so (&^%#%*^##^&$#&(% sick of this shit. I'm also getting pissed that we have to buy my husband's aunt a Christmas gift every year. One year I bought her slippers which she didn't like, the next year a beautiful x-mas tree ball, the next we took her out to the art museum and lunch ($75+) and last year we were going to do the same, but as of yet we haven't gotton around to it b/c we are too busy and the $$ is not there. Why can't she just NOT give us a box of chocolate and we NOT get her a gift. If I were 80 something I would not want a gift. I might just get a $10 certificate to a restaurant or something. I think I'm more pissed that I have to buy her something. I don't even want a Christmas gift. Hubby and I buy each other token things, b/c x-mas is for the kids, not us.
The scale says 148. That really get's me going too. So I ate crappy for two days. If I eat veggies, fruit and whole wheat shit for 2 days does the scale drop 3 pounds??? No of course fucking not. It's probably just water weight. I'm still pissed about it.
The gym sucked today too. The elipticals I like were taken so I did hiit on the treadmill. My shins are still in some pain or something. First I ended up quitting on minute 17 and then...I wore a bra to work on the elipitcal and not a run bra, so my boobs were all over the place. I might have two black eyes at the moment. I skipped core, arms and hamstring work also.
Work is a bear, as is home life. The state is having a psychologist come to our house to access the baby. It's probably just a phase, but maybe she can give us some pointers. Yelling, crying, timeout, room out, do NOT work. I have no idea what to do. I hope speech therapy helps. At least the representative saw a tantrum from him yesterday. I did take him to the mall to pay a bill and he was great. Just loving the whole stroller ride around the stores. Of course when we get home he gets pissed off and throws a fire truck at my head, then kicks my shins...I must say the kid has a strong arm and good aim. Maybe there is a baseball scholarship in this.