My bad luck is going to become the stuff of legends if things don't change, and FAST.
In addition to all the catastrophes last week my microwave broke and my SUV is in the shop. Sweet.
In all fairness, my microwave is 10 years old. I bought that bad boy my freshman year in college so I suppose I got my $100 out of it. Unfortunately, it decided to go out right when I was trying to warm up a bottle for Seeley at 3am. Little Man screams something fierce when he's hungry. I have a bottle warmer, but really and truly the thing is useless. It either doesn't warm the bottle enough or gets it blazing hot. Many a bottle has had ice cubes thrown in it at my house to cool it down quickly and stop the screaming.
I'm waiting to replace my microwave with one of the stainless steel numbers that mount over the stove. Now I've just got to round up the cash and get the hubs finished on the dishwasher project before throwing another one in his direction.
Had to put my car in the shop this morning for a very ominous rattling sound. According to hubs it's only a loose fan (don't ask me-I don't speak car), but there are some other things that need attention as well and I've put it off for about as long as I can. So, Mr. Mechanic is also getting me repair estimates on new shocks and a tune up. Super. Luckily, the car is still in good condition just needs some maintenance I think. Unless Mr. Mechanic finds some problems, and he probably will knowing my luck.
I truly can't complain too much, my SUV has not had any major problems, as long as you don't count body work-what can I say? I'm cursed. Especially when you consider that my lovely is 6 years old and has 150,000 miles on her. That's right-150,000. My company has railroad branches all over the state and I'm constantly driving between them in my personal vehicle. Yup, no more company car. But that's a whole different story and we won't go there. So, we're going to keep patching my SUV back together until she falls apart.
Just plain bad timing all around.
And speaking of bad timing- yours truly has her 10 year high school reunion coming up in a few weeks. PPRD baby!! I didn't quite picture myself going to my 10 year reunion 3 months post-baby with an extra 18 pounds that is hanging on for dear life. Under normal circumstances I would be quite proud of the fact that I've lost 22 pounds of baby weight in 3 months. It took 9 months to pack it all on so I know it will not magically disappear. But these are not normal circumstances! If I keep to my workout and diet I might be able to drop another 5 by the reunion, but after that its going to be all about the wardrobe. Camouflage and flatter will be my two objectives and I'm already getting a migraine thinking about that shopping trip! Yikes!They were both totally worth it though!
Wish me luck! Or wish me skinny- it could happen!