Thursday, August 01, 2013
2013 is certainly not my year. In the past 3 months, I've had 2 cars become undriveable, lost 3 people close to me (I got the phone call today that one of my cousins committed suicide), had my wallet and our tackle box stolen (by my brother of all people.. while he denies it completely), had my husband wipe out on the bike, and was also told today that I was kicked out of my online class because I hadn't gotten a default clearance letter from my previous college. They emailed me and told me I had 48 hours to get it taken care of. For one, I rarely check my emails.. You can't tell me my advisor or SOMEONE couldn't call me so I was aware of it BEFORE I was kicked out. For two, 48 hours? That is not enough time to have a paper sent to me and then send it out. So I spent the last 3 weeks submitting papers every Sunday, Monday, and Wednesday for absolutely NOTHING.. because I was told even if I got the letter, I'd have to restart my class. What college waits until the 4th week of a 5 week class to tell someone they need a paper.. and then kick them out without warning? I am irate. Needless to say, I don't think I'd recommend CTU to anybody. I may continue college there if I can get the paper before the next classes start but I think what they did was ridiculous.
As for my wallet, I was super upset. I had $85 in there that was supposed to go to start our small claims case so we could get paid for our car that the lady without a license/insurance hit. I also had $40 in there from donating plasma so my kids could have fun at the fair.. and then Saturday night my aunt handed me $200 for our kids to have fun at the fair (I'm sure because she knows that Jeremy is out of work and we're trying our best to give the kids the best we can despite the situation.) She shoved it in my pocket and walked away before I could do anything about it. On top of that, I had my debit card, social security card (which was only in there cuz I had to have it to start donating plasma), and all the other cards I own. We stayed at my dad's house that night and I put my wallet in the bottom of our bag of clothes because all I hear about with my brother is the things he's stolen (a big majority from family members.) Woke up the next day and went to look for it and it was miraculously GONE. Surprisingly enough, our tackle box also disappeared from our truck. I suppose our things just grew legs and walked away..
All this added stress has caused emotional eating like no other.. so of course I have gained some. I believe a little over 5.. Maybe close to 10 pounds. I am getting back on track though before things get out of hand. I really am just hoping at this point, that the bad is done.. because I really don't know how much more I could handle. I was counting all the big things that have gone wrong in the past 3 months and I came up with 7.. and then my mom called me today and told me about my cousin and I looked at my husband and I said there is number 8. He asked me what, I told him, and then I just cried. Once I hit rock bottom, the only place to go is up, right? Soo depressed and overwhelmed and I just need a break.