a week of breakdowns

A new season, a new set of problems.

This week, I started my lovely new job. The job itself is fine, but the time of day that it takes place isn't. Because of how early we have to be there to prep the vehicles, I don't have enough time to sit and enjoy a big 'ol cup of coffee. I'm already waking up super early and with barely enough time to even microwave a decent breakfast. And not all the vehicles have cup holders, so I can't count on being able to Thermos it. So I go without during the morning time.

Herein lies the problem: my blood is most likely two-thirds caffiene. If I skip a day, I get massive headaches/migraines. And for two days this week, my body just couldn't hold out until after the morning shift. It would start to turn on me by 8am. By the time the midday break would arrive, I would be so far gone all I could see were spots and dancing coffee cups floating around my head. Luckily for the first few days I was just an observer/rider so I didn't have to put any additional stress on this noggin. I'm wondering if perhaps I'll just have to hook up a coffee-filled IV to take along with me. I'm still working out the logistics...

My next dilemma has been a sick, stuffy, raspy Halbastram. The changing of the season has not been kind to him and he's a sore throat, whispering mess. He first started showing signs of illness Monday, so I offered to make him soup while I'll just dine at the golden arches. He whined a whole bunch, so I agreed to bring him back some chicken nuggets and a soda. Again, here's my cupholder dilemma: my car doesn't have any. And I can't drive while holding a drink. It's a talent I don't possess. Halbastram's solution: take a boot and set the drink in the boot. It'll act as a cup holder since it's tall. Alrighty. Of course, this can't go as planned. Coming to a hard stop at a red light, his soda decided that my car was thirsty and unloaded itself all over my passenger floor. I was FURIOUS. I came home, threw the bag of food on the counter, mumbled something about the soda, went back down to get the wet car mat, came back up, threw the car mat on the kitchen floor, mumbled some more about how Mondays suck, took my cheeseburger, headed to the bedroom and watched Pawn Stars while I ate my burger.

Luckily, Halbastram cleaned up the mess for me.

After deciding not to be angry anymore, I mellowed out and started to enjoy the rest of my week...until the car stopped working. Halbastram tried to fix it, but after about an hour or so he gave up and we had to walk home, which wasn't so bad because we were only 10 mins. away. We called the local policia and let them know the situation so they wouldn't ticket/tow our car. It would be another day before we could get a tow truck. And, as luck would have it, as the tow man is putting the car on his truck, it starts to rain...heavily. Which isn't good for Halbastram. So I told him to just stay in bed this weekend.

Mi madre is coming to visit so that I can use her car to run errands for the day, which is very helpful.

Thanks Mom!

Here's hoping that the luck of the Irish will be on my side this coming week. I don't think I can handle anymore breakdowns, car or otherwise. If only I could fix not being able to sleep in late on the weekends. Why am I up at 5:30am on a Saturday?!? *shakes a fist at Mother Nature and Father Time*