I know that I have made this comment several times before, but seriously...my life has been in a downward spiral for the past....well, eleventy (thanks Nance!) days and I am truly exhausted, and probably on the threshold of being completely and utterly nauseated.
The boys...I swore all my life as a TRUE procrastinator, that I would of course instill the exact opposite trait in my children. Well somehow, it seems that procrastination is innate. So here I sit after nearly 4 hours of helping a 3rd and a 5th grader with Literature projects that they were not only given a month to work on, but are due...tomorrow!
D also seems to think that his bullshit chitter chatter is by far more important that anything trivial that his teacher may have to discuss, you know, such as Math, Science, or Social Studies, and W seems to think that since he completes his work and puts it in his desk that it will somehow magically fly onto the teachers desk avoiding the 10% late "fee." *Sigh*
So in dealing with all that and trying to decide on creative, yet effective punishments, I think I totaled my fucking car yesterday...yes, it was my fault, and I feel like a complete and total idiot, because I wasn't preoccupied with my normal distractions such as text messaging or talking on the phone---AND I had my glasses on! I totally didn't see the oncoming car as I bolted away from the stop sign to cross an intersection (in all honesty, I'm not sure if she had her lights on). Her little SUV has a dent on the driver door...her and her son drove away merrily after giving the report. And my car...well, it's TOAST! Pieces of bumper scattered about...headlights completely dislodged...driver door won't open...you know totally fucked (pardon my shitty language)! Please do not mistake my anger and selective Touretts, because by no stretch of the imagination am I an ingrate. The boys and I made it out of there safely, and other than being sore all over and slowly killing my liver with these new Tylenol (which are the epitome of ass kickery), I cannot complain...fuck that, I will...$500 deductible...right before Christmas...the car would have been completely paid off June 2008...now I face having to buy a new one--thus another car payment...ugh!
And to top all this shit off...when I got to work today, I fell down the fucking stairs in the parking garage...yes you guessed it...no carpet...all concrete.
In comments...who else's day is the frapping worst ever?!