Grumpy gothy is grumpy
I am so grateful MY car is running perfectly and fine. That I made sure it got all its maintenance done last month. Why? Because hubby's car is making me tear my hair out.
I forget exactly when the exhaust fell off his car, but it was within the last 4 weeks. £200 for a replacement, yay! Then over the weekend the check engine light comes on and he scrambles to get it in the garage today. I have him stomping round the house grumpy all day as a result, and have to run him around to and from the garage, as well as take the boy to preschool, fetch him, fix all the meals - including hubby's because for minimal disruption to the gothling husband is in hiding so as not to upset him, so I literally have to be waitress. I can't get a thing done that I want to do, and on top of that, today is the second time I have had random contractions whenever I do something remotely active. Fantastic, looks like the prodromal labour is back with a vengeance.
And if that was not bad enough... hubby has paid £400 for a supposedly fixed car, is late home for a dinner the gothling was determined to throw a tantrum over because his father was not there while I am trying to eat while having contractions... and by the time he gets home the light is back on again and the car has to go back tomorrow!
I have to do this shit all over again tomorrow.
He's spent £600 on his car in the last month when its only worth £2000. And will spend more tomorrow.
And I have to do this shit all over again tomorrow.
I have got my bloody grump on.
I forget exactly when the exhaust fell off his car, but it was within the last 4 weeks. £200 for a replacement, yay! Then over the weekend the check engine light comes on and he scrambles to get it in the garage today. I have him stomping round the house grumpy all day as a result, and have to run him around to and from the garage, as well as take the boy to preschool, fetch him, fix all the meals - including hubby's because for minimal disruption to the gothling husband is in hiding so as not to upset him, so I literally have to be waitress. I can't get a thing done that I want to do, and on top of that, today is the second time I have had random contractions whenever I do something remotely active. Fantastic, looks like the prodromal labour is back with a vengeance.
And if that was not bad enough... hubby has paid £400 for a supposedly fixed car, is late home for a dinner the gothling was determined to throw a tantrum over because his father was not there while I am trying to eat while having contractions... and by the time he gets home the light is back on again and the car has to go back tomorrow!
I have to do this shit all over again tomorrow.
He's spent £600 on his car in the last month when its only worth £2000. And will spend more tomorrow.
And I have to do this shit all over again tomorrow.
I have got my bloody grump on.