Venting

*Not a G, PG, or PG-13 rated post today. This is rated R, for adult language (or potty mouth, whatever you prefer).

I have been a bad blogger lately. Not awful, as I've managed to keep up with all of you and still comment. But still, I just haven't been able to find the time to post. That will get better soon, hopefully.

Anyways, I need to vent. It seems we have run into a bit of unfortunate luck lately. As in just the last couple of days.

As I said before, things have been tight financially. Sean hasn't received a paycheck in about 5-6 weeks. We were managing on my severance, until two weeks ago, when they messed up my check. Instead of getting paid for two weeks, I only got paid for one. So I paid the most important bill, and made arrangements for the end of the month for the rest. Now I find myself hoping and praying this check is correct. If it isn't, we will really be in a bad spot. We had money in savings, but that has dwindled away. I suppose I'd I had time, I could file our taxes and then we'd be okay, but I have yet to find time without someone attached to my boob, or that wouldn't find copious amounts of important paperwork interesting to draw upon or tear to bits.

On top of that, Sean failed his CDL driving test yesterday. Which really wasn't his fault. He had an asshole for the proctor, and he failed him because Sean asked a question to clarify something and the guy flipped out. So he was able to take it again today. After we scrounged around to find ANOTHER $100. And he failed again. Our conversation went like this:

Him: "I got fucked today!"
Me: "Was it good?"
Him: "Well, I almost passed, but fucked up this one incline."
Me: "Oh..."
Him: "Well I'm not pissed about it so much today. At least I really deserved to be failed today and not because I was being fucked!"

So I was thrilled thinking he passed his test and got some! Only to be bummed because we threw away another $100. And we will have to come up with another $100 for him to take it again. FUCK!

On top of that, he told me he thinks there is a blown head-gasket in the car. Which he confirmed on his way home, when the car died on the interstate. So I'm waiting on him to get home. With an about dead car. My car. Which means I do not have a vehicle. We are down to the truck. Which we cannot fit all four of us in. Unless he sits in the bed of the truck. FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!

He is going to try to get the car fixed, but who knows how much that will cost and when it can be done by. Then there is the whole money issue again. I hope our lawsuit gets resolved quickly. Then maybe we can go pay cash for a car or mini-van.

So I have no car. I'm going to be stuck in this house for who knows how long. And all of our appointments I'm going to have to cancel. Ugh!

At least we have a delicious steak dinner, that is no longer a celebratory dinner, but a "it'll be alright" dinner. I think I'll be having a drink tonight too. It'll be alright and all work out. In the meantime, can you say a prayer that Sean passes his CDL test this next time? Without his paycheck, things will not be alright.

Oh, and my MIL and step FIL stopped by today. I was given thirty minutes notice. Do you know how little time that is when you haven't showered, picked up, vacuumed, done dishes, etc.? Needless to say, my house looked awful. I was mortified! First thing out of their mouths? "Did Sean not tell you we were coming?" Umm, no. It must have slipped his mind. And then they stayed for four hours. I had to cover up while nursing. Really? If it makes you uncomfortable, then go elsewhere. I shouldn't have to change my routine to accommodate you. Then my MIL gave me a DVD on "Behavior and Nutrition". Probably because Alice is a "typical" toddler. You know...she pitches fits, hits, scream, etc. And wouldn't you know it...SFIL gives Alice a new toy and then proceeds to try to put it up, only to have her pitch a fit. So he gives her a bag of granola. A WHOLE bag. What do you think happened? If you guessed, dump it all over the place, then give yourself a pat on the back!

So now I need to try go catch up on dirty dishes, laundry, picking up, and vacuuming up a bag of granola. And people wonder why a new mother's house is a disaster zone! Because people stop by practically unannounced!