At 47 I feel like being happy which is something I usually manage to do every day. EXCEPT for the 5-10 times a year when I feel paralyzed. Many people don't know their personal triggers but I do. Personal because it is different for everyone. Most of the time I am a happy, go lucky chick who can brush aside the hollow feeling of doom, dread, drama, whatever not when more than one thing is going on and none of it good, I feel overwhelmed and alone in my muckity yuck.
Yesterday the brakes on my car went while I was driving with Handsome. We were shopping for groceries and I felt them go as I was coasting through the parking lot behind others. Down to the floor went my foot when I stepped on the break to slow down. It was a milla-second but in that time I was able to tell my son "we lost the brakes" and I ran through the Rolodex in my head of things I should do if the car doesn't stop. I was on flat ground, able to stop and park in a parking spot without any accidents, thank the Lord!
Next I started phone calls; call a friend to get Goddess from the bus stop because that is where we were going. Call Hot Husband to tell him what happened. Call 3 people to finally get a ride home for Handsome and I and answer all the people asking if I needed help. I am truly blessed.
Now, what to do about the car?! Call to have it towed back to town shop for break line fix accessed by Hot Husband after he checked it. More money during this time of year is going to kill us! UGH!
This morning, Hot Husband didn't seem himself. Handsome is getting sick. 3 different people to take care of kids and my schedule today and still not sure if I am making it to my 3 day job today.
Hopefully, the car is ready today. Hopefully, I have enough to pay for it and Hopefully, I get to work because my ride isn't calling me back yet.