Oh God help me. I keep sinking lower and lower into this depression and I can't get out. I've spent the past two mornings in tears all while trying to paint a room. And I keep feeling like I'm messing it up, when in all honesty it's not looking so bad. I just can't get out of this funk I'm in and every time I try I seem to sink lower. It's almost like quicksand and the more I struggle the lower I go. I can't stop crying at the moment and i have no distractions to help. I don't even have anyone to talk to anymore… I'm done. Just done. 

So we go out to dinner to try to salvage some of the day and seeing as the car seat was in the van we just took that. We get up to Peabody, eat and get back in the car. I put the key in and try to start the car and nothing happened. All the lights lit up so I knew it wasn't the battery so I tried again and still nothing. Messaged John bout it, then called triple A for a tow, then called Gary and Estelle to take 2 of us home.  Gary gets there, tried the car again and still nothing. Now there's 3 adults and 2 kids hanging out waiting for triple A. The tow guy shows up, an hour later and tries to start it up and what happens? The damn car starts!! So Gary followed us home so I'd feel a little better just in case something else happened. *sigh* just the icing on the day…