And yet, it’s only Wednesday

I feel like this week has been going on and on forever. I don’t know when it’s going to end. I can’t believe it’s only Wednesday… why isn’t it Friday yet, I ask you!!!!

I wasn’t at work yesterday. I didn’t have a car. I have no clue whats wrong with my car. I don’t know when or if it’s going to get fixed. I hate nagging people when they are the ones doing me a favor… but come on! If I had it in a mechanics shop, it would be finished promptly. As it is now, I’m working on this friends time line… and they have a regular job, a family, and other obligations far more important that my car. I understand that… but my freakin car is pretty damn important to me anyway!!!! I’ll probably have to use more of my precious sick time tomorrow, because I won’t have transportation to work. I can’t take a bus or a commuter van because I live 45 miles out of anybodys town, in any direction. I can’t get up at 2, take my dad to work, wait until 7 to pick him up and get home at 8 and not be able to feed or take care of my son.

I mean, yesterday wasn’t so bad though. I was able to sleep in, snuggle, spend some quality time with Jonathon. But I kinda wanted to come to work. I wanted to be out of the house, moving, thinking, doing something. What an irony, I hate work, and yet I missed it. I guess I’m just not trying to like being home, because then I’d really be upset that I have to work. Regardless, I want my car back. I need my car back. I have to get my car back.

The only good thing is that I do have Friday off, with Monday as a holiday as well. If my car isn’t fixed by Friday, I’ll have to take it to someone who can so that by next Tuesday, I’m able to come in to work.

God, why can’t it be Friday? Why, why, why?!!!!