Maybe Our Luck is Turning Around?

We have had a run of bad luck for almost a month straight. I was hurt at work and dealing with all of that. Not being able to properly use your dominant hand makes everything hard. I had appointments canceled last minute (like, I was literally on my way there). My paperwork which included all of my personal information was faxed to the wrong number by a doctor’s office. I’m still hoping they were decent people that just shredded it. Isabella dropped a ceramic dinner plate on her toes and caused some damage and loads of pain. The paperwork that I had to fax again was filled out incorrectly. I had to go back and fax it again. We drove 5 hours to buy a car that was misrepresented badly and 5 hours back. We found another car, spent the entire day in the car again only to find out that the frame was rusted out, and came home empty-handed again. A cat or raccoon knocked over our garbage can a few times. My husband broke his phone. The list goes on and on and on.

Yesterday, I snapped a little. I was in a funk, thinking that maybe this was all too much. I went as far as having the following conversation with my husband.

Me: “Why do I always come up with these crazy ideas?”

Him: “If you ever stop, are you even you anymore?”

Me: “Why do I always bite off more than I can chew?”

Him: “You don’t. You just stress out occasionally.”

Me: “Can’t I just be content coasting?”

Him, laughing: “No, but that’s ok.”

I spent the whole day curled up in my blanket. I was so over everybody and everything. My only plan for the day was to wallow in self-pity.

Late in the morning, I got a call that I missed checking a box on a form. The doctor’s office said they needed me to come in to fix it. I was a woman on the edge. I asked them if there was anything that I could do over the phone. She checked with her manager and they were able to do it after I verified all my personal information. This was my first bit of good luck in a while.

I’m so over trying to find the perfect towing vehicle. I was questioning everything yesterday morning but decided to give it another go. I spent a few hours sitting on my sofa, blanket firmly wrapped around me, intensely searching the entire United States in search of the perfect car. I didn’t care if my husband and/or I had to fly to California, I was finding something. I am sick of the whole thing. I know that there are a million other things we need to do before we leave but I’m determined to get this part over. I found something, I think, I hope, I pray. I called them. It’s still there. They send pictures. This really might be the one.

The only problem, we couldn’t afford it. My husband says they are unlikely to deal over the phone. I can’t risk it. I need to try. I need to figure out if this is really an option. They are willing to discuss cash pricing. We end up with something that we can just afford. Ramen noodles, anyone?

I’m working on packing up snacks, stuff for our kids to do on the road, and a few outfits for each of us. Where is the car you ask? Florida. We are driving 11 hours each way to buy a car… I know, I know. If you have ever spent months looking for your own unicorn vehicle, you understand. It’s hard enough to find the car we are looking for but add in our budget, and it becomes almost impossible.

Nothing is guaranteed until cash exchanges hands tomorrow but I’m hoping everything will go well this time. We really need this to go well. Everybody, please send us all the good vibes and prayers you can. I’ll fill you in as soon as I can!

P.S. I got good results on my CT scan today and I can start physical therapy! I hope this means our luck is turning around!