Bad Joke Day…

Bad Joke Day...Today was one of those bad joke kind of days. The whole “Everything that can go wrong will go wrong” totally applied to us today.

I couldn’t find my house keys. We were late to meet my cousin. When Diesel, Choo-choo, and I were finally in the truck and on the way (after a guy stopped by to talk to my husband about his truck since it’s a cool vintage), we immediately had to turn around and go back. The house had been left unlocked, as I couldn’t find said keys and forgot to ask Diesel for his.

We left home again and immediately had to turn around again because Diesel forgot a truck part he needed to take in and have fixed. Then I thought I forgot my prescription for a lab test I had to have done. (Luckily, this was found in my purse before we turned the truck around for a third time.)

Despite all this, we laughed anyway. Better to laugh than cry. Though neither of us really wanted to cry. It was actually funny in a “can things get any worse?” kind of way.

Bad Joke Day...

Oh, how naïve we were…

Later in the day, Choo-choo peed on my boot and the public bathroom floor (not on purpose) that I then had to wash off. On the drive home, our truck died in the road. We had just enough power to roll to a stop in a nearby driveway. It took a little while, but Diesel managed to fix the problem.

Finally, we arrived home. It was one of those moments where I believed we just needed to go home and stay home as things weren’t working out well with us out and about.

That is, until I was making dinner. I often place the spoon or utensil on the edge of the pan to make for easy access the next time I need it. I did so tonight as well only this time, it burned the crap out of me. It was the first time all day that I honestly wanted to cry.

I held strong though. After running cold water over my actually just slightly burned fingers, I reassured my sweet boy that I was okay, as he was calling to me from the other room, worried about Mommy. I then finished cooking our meal.

Things have been great since then, though saying that makes me want to cross my fingers and knock on wood.

Especially since my computer is getting a little frazzled with me and does NOT want to cooperate…. so if you are able to read this: Yay!



Author: stepbackandbreathe33

I am a writer, mother, wife, and fighter in the battle against depression, anxiety, OCD, and PTSD.

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