Yesterday was the cherry on top of an already too stressful week
Tina, Harry and Julian's mom, has been out of town all week, and since her husband is a surgeon and out of the house every morning by 6 and not usually back before 8, I was let in charge of Harry. This meant my days started at 4:45am and didn't usually end until 1:00am. here was what a typical day looked like:
MTWHF 4:45 wake up, groan, cover my head with a pillow for 5 seconds and then realize I needed to get up if I was going to eat
MTWHF 5:30 leave my apartment for their house
MTWHF 5:45 arrive, say bye to Yale (the dad), start breakfast
MTWHF 6:30 make Harry's lunch
MTWHF 7:00 wake Harry up
MTWHF 7:30 leave for Catlin
MTWHF 8:00 drop Harry off, MWF head back downtown for class, TH miscellaneous errands
MWF 9:00-12:30 class
TH 10:00-12:30 work
MTWHF 1:00 pick up Harry from Catlin, take him home and help him with homework
MWF 2:30-3:30 piano lessons, drop him at home, go to work
TH 3:45-4:45 Taekwondo, drop at home, go to work
MW 4:00-9:45 work
TH 5:15-9:45 work
F 4:00-11:30 work
MTWH 10:00 get home, eat dinner, start homework
MTWHF 11:45-12:30 running
MTWHF 12:45-? shower, read, bed
Now that's what my week was supposed to be like, but unfortunately Thursday on our way to Taekwondo, Harry and I ran into some trouble when my beloved Franky decided to crap out on me. There we are sitting in the middle of the intersection at NW 25th and Westover, with cars backing up behind me (apparently when a vehicle's hazard lights are flashing, it means stop behind them and honk, not go around them), and Harry becoming increasingly more agitated as 3:45 grows near. So I call AAA (I've said it before and I'll say it again, I would be lost without AAA) and have them send a tow truck over, call everyone in the area to see if anyone can come pick Harry up and take him o class, and call my dad to see if he can meet me either where I was, or at my mechanic's shop. I started to freak out a bit less as things began coming together (Kalen was on her way to pick up Harry, the tow truck was 5 minutes away, and my dad was at my mechanic's talking to Keith about the problem), when this stupid Porsche drove right up behind me and began honking at me. I tried to wave to the driver for him to go around me, but he didn't seem to get the picture, so I got out of the car to better illustrate. So there I am, standing right next to the rear driver door, directing this douche bag to drive around my car when Harry decides he wants to get out of the car and opens the door into me, sending my phone flying into he street just as the Porsche decides to drive...right over my phone.
So there I am, with a broken car, a broken phone, a broken spirit, and an antsy 5-year old.
Long story short, my car got towed, Barb was out of town so my dad loaned me his car and drove the Volvo, Kalen took Harry to Taekwondo and then back home, I got to work late, and spent the rest of the night trying to turn my phone on, but to no avail.
Thankfully today Harry was able to stay after school until 3:00 so I was able to go get a new phone after school (which was another ordeal in itself), pick up my car, and get to work. The good news is the problem was a hole in the fuel line, so it was fairly easy and not too expensive to fix, the bad news is I have to replace my tires when I get back from break, which is going to cost me $400-500.
Moral of the story: Ride you bike as much as you can because not only do you get nice, muscular legs, but you end up saving a fortune. And keep a record or all the information in your cell phone, because you never know when a douche bag Porsche is going to run it over.
P.S. That also means I don't have your number, so if you want me to have it, you should probably give it to me.
7 more days!