I'm not going to the gas station anymore...

Seriously! My stopping for gas experiences have been less than ideal lately. This morning I stopped on my way to work (and really 6:45 a.m. is not the time to stop for gas - every construction worker in the world is at Kwik Trip at 6:45 in the morning - I guess they are all looking for their first Big Gulp of the day). ANYWAY, first I don't know what I was thinking about but I had to swipe my card three times - why? Because I was doing it upside down. I'd look at the illustration, look at my card, and then insert the card the exact same way I had done it before which was upside down or backwards or whatever. I knew I had to make changes but my mind was just not processing the information. Then I kept missing the flipper thingy with the hose nozzle to start the gas (remember - I do as little touching of the whole gas thing as I can as I hate it when that smell gets on your skin). THEN I got in the van and realized I had absolutely no idea how much money I had just spent. So out of the van AGAIN to look at the amount. I'm sure anyone watching me was highly entertained. But WAIT it gets better. As I am now finally on the road and enjoying listening to this song - Our House on the radio (again, music before my time but I'm drawn to this genre, I'm not sure why)and am almost at work the oil light comes on and my van SHUTS DOWN! I mean no power. Luckily I had momentum going and really was just about at work so I made it into the parking lot and haphazardly parked taking up two spaces. Well that in itself was distressing because good parking is at a premium where I work and I didn't want anyone keying my car. I didn't know what to do. I called the HotY in tears and told him about the van. He told me he would take care of it and to just pull myself together and go to work. It would get taken care of. So that's what I did - AFTER I wrote a little note that said "Sorry - Car Died" and put it on my back window in hopes of avoiding a parking lot rage incident! Is it Friday yet? Oh wait it is Friday and I'm not really feeling the weekend love.

At the risk of being dramatic and very not entertaining IT HAS BEEN A HARD WEEK. There I said it. It has been a fricking hard week and I'm darn glad it is almost over. It's been one of those weeks where I have been so preoccupied with life stuff that I have totally lost track of the days and the time. It just dawned on me this morning - hey I have things I have to get done tonight. I'm going to be gone for the weekend. I have clothes to wash and things to get ready. I don't even know if I have told my kids I'm going to be gone yet. I mean I know I've talked about the whole "class reunion" thing and all but the information just has not been registering - just like I had totally forgotten that I planned a party - at my house - for next Friday. There will be 15-20 people at my house next Friday and not only have I not done ONE THING in preparation I haven't even started to THINK about preparing. UGH! So if you are coming to our house on Friday night and all we have to serve you is bread and water don't say you haven't been warned.

So in conclusion - It's been a bad week. I'm glad the week is almost over. I am hoping that next week will be a better week and I hope no one else is having a week like this - but if you are - I'm sorry. Please know I'd hold your hand if I could...

TTFN.