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Stress
Lately it seems like nighttimes are the worst. During the day my mind is spinning in so many different directions so I'm pretty much able to just function as usual. It's when the sky gets dark and the world gets quiet that everything gets a little bit testier. I don't even know the right word for it because I'm not the kind of person who gets weepy or sad, more irritable and stressed. I've been walking a pretty fine line where everything is a-okay until some little thing goes wrong. When there are no hitches, life is great. When there is the tiniest little slip-up, it becomes The World's Hugest Deal.
I don't really like being that kind of person. I'm usually a pretty mellow egg and I don't like getting set off by every little thing. It's sad that everything is irritating me, and then my irritation starts to irritate me. Oh yeah, I'm good company.
On top of that, I'm having major money stress which is certainly more than quick to push me over that line. We started having problems with the car (bucking, jerking) on one of our last visits to Rhode Island, and we took it to the approved dealer so that we could use the extended service plan that we pay for. Because it was the Expensive Dealer, we got an Expensive Diagnostic and an Expensive Rental Car. And then the problem ended up being the effing SPARK PLUGS, which of course are not covered by the service plan... so then neither was the diagnostic or rental car. With the diagnostic, rental car, spark plugs and wires purchased at the auto parts store, and a quick trip to Wiley's, we're out an extra $200 that was certainly not in the budget. Especially not after a funeral downpayment and pricey (but gorgeous) funeral flowers. And several extra tanks of gas. And lots of eating out en route. And funeral clothes.
I hate money. Money just makes me want to throw up. A lot.
(p.s. Thanks so much,
Wiley!! You are the bestest evar!)
I don't really like being that kind of person. I'm usually a pretty mellow egg and I don't like getting set off by every little thing. It's sad that everything is irritating me, and then my irritation starts to irritate me. Oh yeah, I'm good company.
On top of that, I'm having major money stress which is certainly more than quick to push me over that line. We started having problems with the car (bucking, jerking) on one of our last visits to Rhode Island, and we took it to the approved dealer so that we could use the extended service plan that we pay for. Because it was the Expensive Dealer, we got an Expensive Diagnostic and an Expensive Rental Car. And then the problem ended up being the effing SPARK PLUGS, which of course are not covered by the service plan... so then neither was the diagnostic or rental car. With the diagnostic, rental car, spark plugs and wires purchased at the auto parts store, and a quick trip to Wiley's, we're out an extra $200 that was certainly not in the budget. Especially not after a funeral downpayment and pricey (but gorgeous) funeral flowers. And several extra tanks of gas. And lots of eating out en route. And funeral clothes.
I hate money. Money just makes me want to throw up. A lot.
(p.s. Thanks so much,
Wiley!! You are the bestest evar!)