When it Rains, It Pours

So today has not so far been the best day.  This morning on my way to work my car broke down.  Of course I was in the middle of the road on a busy road.  Luckily after about 20 minutes of backing up traffic and getting lots of angry glares from people, a nice guy walking by thought to have me put it in neutral and pushed me backwards into the parking lot behind me.  I got my car towed to the dealer and had S drop me off at work.  To top all of that off, while we were waiting for the tow truck, little mister crapped his pants.  So S had to change him in the back seat only to discover she only had 1 wipe in her case.  We foraged around in her car and came up with a few tissues and napkins and got the job done.  Needless to say it was ridiculous and I was an hour late to work, which did not make my boss happy.  The car is in the shop still and I haven’t heard back from them yet.  But I’m guessing it’s an expensive engine problem because that’s just the way my life goes and also while I was sitting at a light my car started shaking and then the engine died and wouldn’t start again.  So seems like the engine to me.

Also S and Jude went into the doctor because they have Thrush.  And she also talked to her doctor and they got back the results from her ultrasound and she does have gallstones and needs surgery.  Oh and Jude is now clocking in a heavy 11 lbs!

On Saturday the social worker was supposed to come by at 1 to do our home inspection.  We had originally scheduled for Sunday at 1 but she emailed and moved it to Saturday.  So we got up, all three of us got clean and into fresh clothes and picked up the house.  Then 1 rolled around and no social worker.  Then 1:30, then 2:00.  We called and emailed and couldn’t get a hold of her.  We were pissed.  Having a new born in the house means getting everyone and everything clean by a certain time is hard work and it was so rude to just stand us up.  Finally around 3 she called and said she had a “confusing” week and basically just forgot.   Yeah lady, I’m confused too, I thought you were coming over at 1! So by 3:45 she came over and basically breezed through the house, asked a few questions, told us Jude was cute, and left.  It literally took 15 minutes.  I’m not sure if she normally would do such a half assed inspection or if she just felt bad about being so late and decided to give us a pass.  Either way, we are down now with the social worker and just have to wait for our report from her so we can get our court date.

Ready for this day to be over!

-Liz