"Terrible Tuesdays"

Well it's not Tuesday, it's Wednesday. I'm a little late so I'll just get started. On Sunday I noticed that my already too long garments were hanging down to my shins and my butt crack was hanging out. For real! They are gross enough when they fit my body just right but now that they are all stretched out and falling off..... Super gross! "Okay. Ya, time for new ones." You may wonder why they are falling off, well it's because I wore them the whole time I was pregnant with Simon and now that I've lost some weight the don't fit. So, I haven't been able to get any new ones all week because of the whole car situation which is still unresolved and then doing hair.......equals no time. Today however, I managed to schedule out some time to go get some new ones and do a few other things that have been neglected. Not a problem.....or so I thought. Just as I'm finishing up my exercises this morning a car drives by. I hear a loud boom and my house shakes. I think they threw something at my house so I run outside and see nothing. "Hmmmmm...maybe it was bird?" Well, I take my shower and get ready to go pick up Oliver from pre-school and low and behold the f-ing garage door won't open. "Why" you ask? Because the giant spring that opens it has broken. "Are you freaking kidding me!" I swear it seems like one thing after another. So I pull the release cord and try to manually open it. It won't budge. "Why am I not surprised." The only way I can get it too move is to put a shovel under it and pry it open and couple of inches. So, I can't go get Oliver, my "sexy" underwear, or do any of the other errands I've been putting off until today. Luckily a friend could pick up Oliver, but I'm stuck in my house. "Son of a............." you know the rest.