Last week was not one of my best.
Monday - I went to the bank, to deposit, among other things, a check for $1.11. A "partial refund" from our beach week payment because, in the time between paying our first installmant and second installment (I guess?) the sales tax rate that the rental company is allowed to charge us went from 5.75% to 4.75%. They sent a nice letter explaining that they had known this was going to happen, but you see they couldn't DO anything about it, and so they had to accept our whole entire payment but now! Now we get a refund! "This will cost more in gas to get to the bank than it's worth," I grumbled to James. Then, in the parking lot of the bank, I had a fender-bender. The cop said it was a no-fault thing, and the other driver spoke no English and had no driver's license (but not to worry, Other Driver, that's okay if you're on private property!), but no doubt my insurance company will find a way to raise my rates. I wasn't going to even report it, there's not that much damage, and on a Jeep, it makes it look authentic (heh) but apparently the other (UNLICENSED) driver wants my insurance to pay for the damage to her car. I mean, I don't know, if you don't have a license so you follow the law and don't drive, then you wouldn't be involved in fender benders. JUST SAYING. Now I have to deal with insurance and I really don't want to be bothered.
Thursday - I got my period. We'd timed everything properly, during, say, the first week of August, and of course there was no particular reason this cycle should work, but there was no particular reason it shouldn't. I cried. Yet more announcements have been made on Facebook. People who have children that are more than a full year YOUNGER than Patrick have already HAD their second. I have two friends who are baking a third. I am TRYING not to be all "woe is me, pity party, boo hoo" but I had really HOPED to be pregnant by my original due date. Of course I hope everything goes smoothly for all my pregnant (and trying) friends, but you start to get these uncharitable jealous feelings. Why her and not me? Etc.
Undated - This is wholly my own doing, but I have Gained Weight. Not a significant amount, really. I had Lost Weight the first half of 2010. Last June, I was 10 pounds LESS than when I met James and about 25 pounds less than I weighed at our wedding. I was probably still 10 pounds over what I was when I was single and actually worked out regularly, but still. It was a Victory. I gained about five pounds over the winter; we went to Ireland and ate a lot, and I was briefly pregnant. In February, I vowed to lose those five pounds again, started doing Zumba, liked it, felt generally hopeful. HOWEVER. I have gained at least six pounds since then. I have been eating my feelings. Which are depressed, and cake and frosting and cookies and brownies all taste so good, when you're depressed. (Pity party!)
Undated, but dating probably to, say, April 2006 - My dad says the only thing worse than having to go to work is not having work to go to. He's right.
At least there's Patrick. :)
