Evening ladies. Had a little blip today. Was driving my friend home, probably a little too fast over a speed bump, and a bit of the car chassis snapped underneath and was scraping on the ground. I blame my Mother in law, she lives on a horrible private lane and there is a terrible bump in it where the car always grounds, I'm sure its that that has caused it to loosen up. Even if it isn't, its still nice to blame the MIL.
Luckily we were right outside my friends house so went in for coffee but more bad luck stuck. My breakdown details were sat at home near the computer as the insurance/breakdown is due to expire in 5 days and I was searching the internet for quotes the other day. Didn't even know the name of my breakdown company as it is through my insurance, so I spent a small fortune ringing 118-247 trying to get through to them. Eventually arranged for them to come, but it looked like I was going to be late getting Imogen to her sleepover tonight.
Next bit of bad luck was Mollie getting an upset tummy before I could get her on the potty- nasty! Spare clothes in the boot, off I toddle, but 'Oh cr*p, I just shut the car boot with the keys inside!' Ring breakdown back, costing me a fortune again. Cancel breakdown van until I can get spare keys off h2b who is working 18 miles away until 9pm! Even my purse was in my handbag in the boot, so no taxi over to pick up keys. Never mind, was going to have a bit of a girlie night in with my best bud and Imogen was getting picked up for her sleepover, not so bad eh? Until h2b tells me he forgot his keys today, so neither of us had a house or car key!
Eventually rang breakdown a 3rd time, in floods of tears, and they sent a lovely guy round with a long pointy stick that he shoved through a tiny gap in the window. He had to take the car seats out of the back to get the back seats down and into the boot, and low and behold *shame upon shame* there are months old Maccies chips behind the girls seats. Worst though, was when he eventually opened the boot to be greeted with a lovely pair of smelly stained knickers that I had put in there after Mollies accident.
Anyway, in the midst of all this, in floods of stressed out tears, I ended up picking at about half a small bag of Monster Munch Mollie was eating without even thinking about it. I'm so mad at myself, why can't I ever have a normal day and why can't I be 100%? Ohhh sorry for the long post, just got in and needed a rant.
