I think that's why I hold off so long between posts. I just flat out feel down in the dumps, and I don't want to heap my troubles onto anyone else. I've felt this way for a long long time. But my therapist said it's best to write all this stuff down & get it out of my head, and since I haven't actually been physically writing it, I guess I'll try this instead.
The only hope I had for 2010 was for it to be better than 2009. And so far it hasn't worked out so well.
1) Adam was officially laid off from his job on the 15th. This is both good & bad. Good because now he's taken over the household duties & can spend more time with Raven. Good because he now can start college in the fall. Good because his unemployment is only a few hundred dollars less than his previous pay. Bad because it only lasts until the fall when we though it would be a year. Bad because even if you take away childcare and extra gas, that still puts a dent in our income. Bad because I feel resentful that he can go back to school so easily, but now I'm definitely in my job for the long haul.
2) The weekend after Adam was laid off, we decided to have our last big "date night" for a while. I had won an award at work in December, and part of the award was money to be used towards a "night out on the town". Now, Adam & I would rather stay at home with movies & the Wii than go out anywhere, but since this was a reimbursement deal, we had to actually "go out".
We decided to go see "Avatar" at the IMAX theater at Opry Mills, eat dinner at Dave & Busters, play a few games there, then go see Here Come the Mummies (Their lyrics can be crude & a little inappropriate, but the music is great) at a club/concert venue in Nashville. So we were all set to have one last great "date" out before we had to tighten our money belts.
And thus the Date of Doom begins.
Some idiot hit my car as we arrived at Opry Mills. There were two lanes, and he just decided to move on over to the left lane without noticing the OTHER CAR, hey Hey HEYYYYYY ZOMG! So he smashed up my front passenger fender & made it cry & made my bumper sag in defeat. The police would not come out since it happened on Opry Mills (private) property, so I got his insurance information & wondered how we were going to make the hour's drive home.
Since we were already there and now in a parking space, we ran to catch the movie. I had bought tickets online, and there were no refunds. We wound up being about 40 minutes late to the movie, but what we did see of Avatar was amazing & well worth the IMAX/3D trip. After the movie, we found a hardware store & bought a cord to hold up the bumper & officially promote the car from "sad sight" to "white trash city". We determined we could drive the car home, but it made a horrible scraping noise of tire against bumper when we turned left. We decided to try to stick out the rest of the night.
On to Dave & Busters...where I proceeded to get food poisoning & spent the entire game time holed up in the bathroom. I was ready to go home at this point, but once again, I had bought tickets for the Mummies show ahead of time, and I was determined to go, pukey or no pukey.
The Mummies show was at 12th & Porter, for those of you familiar with Nashville. I will never ever ever EVER go to that place again. I am not really a club/crowd person, but can deal with it if there's a decently behaved crowd. And do you think I would catch a break like that after the day I had?
I spent 3 agonizing hours on my feet, being jostled & elbowed by 20,000 different drunk people, & only managed to see a third of the show when some drunken lumbering Green Giant of a man wasn't standing right in front of me.
The band was fantastic...if it had been a typical concert venue with seats, I would've been so happy. But alas, that was not the case. There was shoving, and arguing, and rudeness, & just...no. Maybe when I was in college & if I had downed a few drinks, but not now. I am officially too old for that nonsense.
With 30 minutes left in the show, my stomach was hurting again, I was tired, and I was miserable. I decided that we should just go, and endured a long, painful, & sad drive home. I spent the following Sunday in bed, still sick from food poisoning.
The ONLY good things about that Saturday were Avatar, the Mummies, & the fact that I get all that money back that we spent.
Now I'm working with my insurance company, because the guy that hit my car had expired insurance, SURPRISE SURPRISE. Since my car was built by cavemen and is probably one wolf huff n' puff away from disintegrating into pieces, they will probably total it. Which sadly means that if I get $750, I'm probably getting more than it's worth.
The goal is to make the car drivable until I get my taxes back. Taxes + insurance = newer car that doesn't throw itself into a pit of despair & break if you look at it wrong.
Hey, my car is as depressed as I am. HOORAY!
Those two events pretty much sum up January for me. You're all caught up now. Let's close with SOMETHING positive in this entry.
Would a kitty cuddled in clean laundry suffice?
You're welcome.
I related to a lot of those gloomy feelings you've expressed...it seems such a struggle sometimes to fight them back. Hang in there..spring IS coming.
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