Long weekend
While most people are out doing shopping and getting into the Christmas spirit, I'm sitting here wishing it would just pass. I started out the morning going over the checkbook trying to see if I can manage to send the mortgage payment this week or if I should hold back until next week. Cutting it pretty close so I may just wait another week. J's truck breaking down every week doesnt help either. This morning he called again and said I need to go pick him up. He was passing a car on the highway and something kicked up on the road and punctured his fuel tank. He told me he had the Police, fire dept, and EPA there and of course there's lots of paperwork to do when there is a spill. Needless to say he's got to be towed and I'll have to go once again to pick him up (an hour drive). He just had this problem last week and because of the time lost, there was money lost. Now he's got about half his normal pay going in the bank, bills falling behind and more than half my shopping still to be completed. Feeling like just locking myself in my room and crying.
Then my daughter tells me after I got the phone call from hubby, that she'll need some money later in the week for gas to make her commute to school. While she's telling me this, I notice a new Disney sweat jacket that she's wearing. I ask her about it and she tells me she got it at discount because she works there. Now i'm steaming because she has money to buy herself something knowing she'll need gas money. I've been trying to drill into her head that while in school she'll need to budget her money. I let her know that it bothered me that she could be so frivolous knowing I'm struggling financially and she's got almost all her shopping done and asks for money.
Had to leave for awhile to go take M to get the van. On the way J calls and says he'll be at the repair shop in about an hour. I head to get some gas and then get on the highway. I take the exit to get on 495, driving about 15 minutes, I realize I'm going the wrong way. Maybe thats a sign, I should head for cape cod instead!! I just turn myself around and curse a few times and get in the right direction. Once at the flower shop, I call, then wait, then call again after about 45 minutes of waiting for him. He says they had to drop the trailer off somewhere and he'll be there in about 20 minutes. Great!!!....more waiting!!! And I have to pee so baddddd!!! Finally he gets there and we now have to head back to the area where the deisel spill happened because the EPA has to get his signature on the paperwork and werent even supposed to let him leave. We wait there for about half hour while they load barrels of contaminated soil and whatever they used to soak up the deisel on the asphalt (luckily none went into the river below). They could have prevented more spillage if they state cops had sent someone out sooner. J had to call back after 40 minutes of no one showing up. They blamed it on a shift change. So I guess officer "schmoe" was more worried about going home than the harm to the environment as gallons of fuel spilled out of j's truck.
I survived the day though. What could I do, tell him he should get his own damn ride or get a hotel room? I'm his wife and this is all part of marriage i guess. He thanked me several times, told me he loved me a few times too.......how can I stay mad?
Posted by eyzofblue41
at 10:46 AM EST
Updated: Saturday, 29 November 2003 8:24 PM EST