Geeebus, what a day. First off, the tiny one decided that last night was the night to have a complete and utter refusing to sleep breakdown. Considering that I was already stressed to the nines from yesterday and the fact I’ve been sleeping poorly this week, I ended up parking myself outside in the cold to get away from the noise and… actually, the cold; I kept getting out of bed to try things with her, and losing all my precious stored heat. My husband eventually decided to try taking her for a drive and did a bit of shopping at the Tesco last night.
This’ll become more pertinent later in the story, promise. 😉
So anyways, I wake up this morning to find no husband, no baby – ack. I roll out of bed, and find that they’re in the other bedroom, so not quite as bothered. We wake up and make with the morning routine, and eventually, drag corpse into work. Now, I’m already in bad enough spirits from lack of sleep and my lack of success trying to get an appointment with the psych folk at the hospital, so it about put me in tears trying to do it for the second damned day in a row. Thankfully, everyone and their mom called me back to assure me that they were going to figure out why my appointment hadn’t been issued, and even got me a prescription written out so I wouldn’t run out of my meds.
So, we leave my daughter at ‘work’ with her grandmother and head off on our grand adventure. We get the prescription no problems, and trot it off to the pharmacy. This was aided with the fact my PPC had come in the mail this morning – hooray! Oh sure, we had to wait eleventy billion hours and I had the joy of a small child pointing at me repeatedly for my funny accent (lulzsigh), but eventually, we made it back to the waxing sunshine and to the car to drive back to work.
Or erm… so we thought.
As we were coming onto the roundabout on the edge of the town centre to head back to the village, the car all of a sudden made a horrible noise and started kind of softly listing; this isn’t something you want on a bleeding roundabout. My husband manages to get us around to our exit and pulled off safely, and we get out of the car to check what’s up. I’d gotten as far as being relieved that it wasn’t the transmission (hate those evil things!) before we realized that the exhaust pipe had dropped off at the engine in, and had cheerfully gouged a path all the way ’round the roundabout, and to our stopping point – d’oh! After some dithering as to whether or not we could get on my father-in-law’s AA (we couldn’t, seeing how we didn’t live with them anymore) before calling up the garage down the road from us.
Blessedly, they’d had the exact same thing happen to the same make of car the day before (?!!!), so they knew what to do to enable us to get the car to the garage. We got there, enjoyed ourselves a nice coffee (I love British hospitality so much), and after finding out it would be better to let them sort it tomorrow, we walked home. My father-in-law had to come fetch us and the old car seat so we could bring my daughter home, but that wasn’t a real problem. Plus, most of my husband’s birthday presents were waiting for me there (bwahahaha), so I was able to bundle up the lot and bring them home to wrap here in a bit.
As for the shopping – that would’ve been done tonight, so hooray that it got done last night when we still had a car!
I have to say… it kind of amuses me how I can handle biggole things without going off the deep end, but little things drive me insane. I suspect it’s because I’m crap at letting go of things… but that remains to be confirmed. 😉
Anyways, I’m going to go flop, ‘cause erm… yeah, kind of a lot!