Why oh why is the world out to get me??

You know, I really don't ask for much. I mean yea, I like my Coach bags and Mac makeup and, well stuff. But I for the most part have restraint. I don't just go all crazy and buy a bunch of shit on credit cards and then cry about how broke I am. No, I budget for the shit I buy and then I cry about how broke I am. But anyway, you all know by now that I want to replace my piece of shit stove right? Well I finally made up my mind that I am going to just do it. I am going to embrace Home Depots offer to finance my purchase interest free for one year and I am going to do it. I am going to buy the damn stove. And then I found out they are out of stock. Stuck probably in China having all the parts that heat up, sprayed with lead paint so that when I finally do get the damn thing and actually turn it on, the lead paint will heat up and permeate whatever I am cooking and slowly poison us. But I digress...I still want the damn thing. Lead paint or not. So I came to peace with the fact that I can not get the stove for a few weeks a(month) and am OK with that. Sort of. OK so fast forward to yesterday. Yesterday was my first day back to school after a glorious week off on spring break. I mean glorious people. I did nothing. I just enjoyed having off for a week. So I went back to school and all is well. Until last night. Last night Mike came home and asked me if I had an accident with the new car. Um, I don't think so? I mean, I would remember that right? Well, apparently my car had an accident without my knowledge. Yea, apparently some little piece of shit-for-brains asshole that goes to my school hit my car in the parking lot. I never even noticed it. I am so pissed. So Mike calls the insurance company trying to figure how it will be covered. If it is covered under collision we will have a deductible of 500 freaking dollars. If it is covered under comprehensive the deductible is $100.00. I don't think we should have to pay anything. I mean, we have had this frigging insurance for like, I don't know, 16 years and never had to file a claim. Now some little piece of shit hits me and I have to pay? WTF? SO he calls the insurance company and they don't know. He gets transferred from one person to the next, none of them able to answer his question. If we have to pay a $500.00 deductible, we will just pay the danged thing ourselves and not file a claim. But no one seems to know. Why are so many people so inept? Finally someone told him that he needs to call back today when a claims rep was in. For the love of God why couldn't they just say that to begin with?

So, after I get Brooks off to school, I will run up to his school and do a quick inventory of the shed where we store PTO supplies. Then I will come home and do homework while I wait for my new washing machine (that I didn't want) to be delivered. Hopefully, they will deliver it early rather than late and I will actually be able to start some laundry because we are overrun with dirty clothes (yea right, it will be delivered last, probably during dinner). I also need to call the insurance company. Oh the joy. Then after school Brooks has soccer and then a skating party that is through PTO so I kinda need to be there.

Anyone that thinks a SAHM's life is glamorous is crazy. Of course no one thinks that but if you think we just sit around all day eating "bon-bons" and watching our "programs". Well, you would be right on most days, just not today.