…on my weekend. Ugh. Ok. Well so my husband and I were invited to a birthday party of a friend of ours on Saturday night. I did not really want to go (I’m ALWAYS designated driver, sometimes I wish I drank!), but I went anyway. Something about “lets get a sitter overnite” I can’t refuse. So we go, and at 2 in the morning as I’m getting ready to put the truck in gear, the brake line bursts and the peddle goes all the way doooown to the floor! A ginormous puddle of brake fluid puddles up under the truck and we’re officialy stuck. I don’t want to be stuck, at 2am with a bunch of drunk asses. Luckily, our very good friends let us take their truck home. So we made it home, and we have to have the truck towed to the mechanic today, and tomorrow I get to scrub their driveway. Not because they requested it, but because you should have seen that puddle!
Sunday we spent the day trying to figure out why we are at eachothers throats non-stop lately. It’s not fun, and after 11 years, it gets scary when we fight like that. We got a lot of stuff out, and hopefully understood. We’ve gotten along quite well since our talk. I think we both agree it’s stress. General life sucking stress.
Yesterday my in laws had their Labor Day pool party, I went grocery shopping with my mom though. I’m not into swimming, and we need stuff to pack in the kids lunch. AND I got home early enough Nathan and the kids we still gone and Amanda got some time to herself. Much much much needed time.
So today is just another day. I have to get the truck in the shop, Arden’s hair cut, and put a beef roast in the oven. Fun stuff, huh?
Okay well this Beatnik mom, needs some more interesting adventures doesnt she? lol
