Someone shoot me for saying “gotta say.” What the hell. Why are people letting this go on so long? I’m seriously disappointed.
The truck got dropped off tonight to be fixed tomorrow. “Supposedly” fixed I should say. So many other things, like the transmission I got not working, or something else being wrong, or maybe it really wasn’t even the transmission that was shot are much more likely to happen than the truck actually being fixed. The truck being to a point where it is workable and driving is I’d say, about 7%. All those other things are much more likely.
I got a B in one class. I can’t believe it. It’s actually blowing my mind. Makes me sad…I wouldn’t care so much besides the fact that my entire life is depending on grad school. And since I don’t know anyone, grad school isn’t going to come as easily to me as to all the other traditional students. I suck at life. Why does everything have to be so much harder for me?
And….Erik’s sick. I mean like, sick sick. Erik never gets sick. Ever. He was running a high fever today, well what I consider high. It was 102.6 at one point. It was making me nervous. He is finally in his own bed sleeping though. We watched 7 movies today, and he started an 8th. Then he finally passed out. I ended up laying in bed with him all day because my psyche reverted back to that of a first time mom with a newborn. Erik hasn’t had a fever since…um…he was a tiny infant? Not a really serious fever anyway. He has had the sniffles, and some other minor stuff, but nothing this bad. I was freaked out, and still am. I keep checking on him every half an hour. Okay okay I know a bit much, and he is 3 so I should have calmed down by now. But he is my boy, and if Brandon and I don’t love and take care of him he will never know what it’s like. And he deserves that, and so much more. *sigh* If he doesn’t feel better by 8:30 am he will be going to the Dr.
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