Many people laugh at me when I say I have the worst luck ever. But, it's true. Take for example this week. It started out harmless enough. Middle child in the groove of school, oldest child and baby man chillin' at home. Just your average week in the Copic household.
Then Wednesday afternoon hit. Something as simple as warming up a hot dog for oldest child caused sparks to fly. Literally. Our home is 10 years old. It has 10 year old appliances in it. We put a new dishwasher in earlier this year, and every time we go into a home improvement store I eyeball a new oven. However, I never really expected the microwave to be what would bring a spark to my daily routine. First, I accused the kids of somehow managing to put something metal in there. It wouldn't be the first time a genius in the house put a thing of baby food in the microwave and didn't take all of the seal off the top. However, that was not the case this time.
Then, because you know I just wasn't sure, I had to clean it and try again. Yep, still sparky. So, I've been doing my internet homework the last few days. Finding out what to buy, where to buy it, who has the best rate at installation, etc.
Feeling confident in my decision we head out to Home Depot. Of course our evening can't end there. The hubs and I have to go to a couple other places and eyeball some items we're considering for the kids' birthdays later this month.
We leave the store, get in the car, the car doesn't start. hmm... of course, right away I go into full anxiety riddled Beth mode of how we're stuck at Wal-Mart and can't get home, in the middle of the night, and why is our car a piece of crap (mind you, it's never given us any problem and is probably one of the most reliable car types on the road). I then go on and on about how we're going to get killed and our kids are at home by themselves, but it's a good thing they aren't with us because then they'd die, too. And oh! We haven't written our will yet. And the house isn't clean enough for family to have to come in and pack it up to decide what to sell and what to keep. blah blah blah... (now you see why it takes a special kind of patience for the hubs to live with my neurotic self.) Oh- and for those of you who don't live here, I probably live in one of the safest neighborhoods around. There is a 99.9% chance that the guy who was looking at us from his parking spot across from us was weighing in on if we'd kill him if he offered to help, he was not a threat in the least bit. This is an area where we can go walking/running at midnight if we want and will be safe. But I had to have my usual freak out!
So, today I'm a little calmer. But still irritated. Now I not only have to buy a new over the range microwave (why the &^*% are those three times as much as a normal microwave), but I have to rescue the car from Wal-Mart and get a new starter installed.
Here's looking forward to a girl's day at the pool tomorrow, lots of fruity drinks, and forgetting about that little black thundercloud that follows me around. Unless of course, it decides to brew up a thunderstorm and chase us from the water.
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