My refrigerator stopped working.
My god damn MAYTAG refrigerator stopped working again….ONE day after the FOURTH visit from a Dick Van Dyke Appliance service person in three weeks.
Last night I couldn't stop saying, "I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you" to it. Over and over: "I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you." I made popcorn for dinner but couldn't even enjoy it.
Owen's bike seat came off again and his back brakes aren't working and it's raining so I need to drive him to school. And the dishwasher isn't working. And I have to try to get Ernie in for an injection today since we missed it Tuesday waiting for the REFRIGERATOR REPAIR GUY. And I need to try to get to the meat lab to buy eggs there so they can be left at room temperature since I DON'T HAVE A GODDAMN REFRIGERATOR. And this evening I need to take the boys to a couple of appointments. And I have a million things to do at work. And tomorrow's Friday but I have to work Saturday. And Ernie hurts, and he can't drive. And I hate the whole goddamn world.
I KNOW these problems are miniscule in the scheme of things. Not just in the world's scheme of things, but even in my own little scheme of things, but it's still MAKING ME FREAKING CRAZY.
Crazy. I tell you.