Bad Moon Rising

(written on friday, but i didn't want to replace the fantasy just yet...)

it's a full moon.
and sometimes this means wild and crazy times.
FUN times.
adventure on the high seas.
however.
not this time.
yesterday, driving to pick up my nephew, i got pulled over.
AGAIN.
i was going nearly 30 over...
thank GOD (and his 8 tiny reindeer) i was in a different town than last time.
so i get to do traffic school.
AGAIN.
faaaaaack.
better than a ticket, better than a ticket.
so.
not only that, but i was so far below empty that it was ridiculous.
i didn't have time to stop for gas because i was late.
which is why i was speeding.
so i sat there for TEN god damn minutes while he wrote out the ticket stuff.
crying...
and hoping i didn't run out of gas before reaching the top of the mountain.
there are no gas stations near there.
like, zero.
no--more like negative 3.
so anyway, i trot off, ever so slowly, on my merry way.
(read: still crying)
arrive at his preshcool.
oh, we sent him home with a friend cuz we didn't know where you were.
got directions to the friend's house.
stomach clenched again, as this was FURTHER up the mountain and gas issues were feeling more urgent all the time.
(uh, stomach and gas issues...remember i'm talking about the car's gas. not farts. just keeping you on track there, folks.)
crying resumes.
so i got there.
nice man answers door, turns over child.
i explain, with much chagrin, the reason for my tardiness and thank him for helping.
load child into car, make it to gas station.
14.7 gallons.
zoiks.

so i arrive home, utterly spent, ready for a nap...
(and completely convinced that the pms Fairy just arrived...)
i haven't cried so much since NKOTB broke up.
stoooopid.

and today.
Becky's car wouldn't start.
and then it would.
but by then she had already called in sick to work.
so.
we went to lunch.
shared a pitcher of Heineken.
and picked up my kids (she drove--i'm such an easy drunk)
i have spent the afternoon regretting it.
i feel like ass.

so then i get a call from my husband.
his brother's in europe and their mom was supposed to watch his 4 kids for the weekend part of their trip.
she can't, all of a sudden.
so I get to.
don't get me wrong--
they're great kids.
and i owe 'em.
but at that particular moment, feeling that brand of shitty...
it wasn't what i wanted to hear.
so hubby arranged for a babysitter for us tonight so we can mentally prepare.
and by "mentally prepare", yes, i mean get wasted.
nah, i'm kidding.
i wouldn't want to be hungover or tired with SEVEN* kids in my house.
it'll be fun.
and actually i'm thinking we'll divide and conquer--
i can take the little kids to the park, he can lay on the couch and watch golf while the bigger kids play star craft...
oops.
did i just say that?
nah, it wouldn't happen that way.
my husband is the A-1 King of husbands.
98% of the time...
hehe.

funny, i was just talking about how much i hate whiney bloggers...
hope i didn't just hypocritize myself.
what??!?!?
that's soooooo totally a word.
fuck off.

have a happy weekend.