When It Rains, It Pours

Seriously, I can't have a kind of rotten day. I have to have a full-blown terrible, awful, stressful day...or morning at least.

The day started ok, just running a little late in my morning routine. I knew I had to take a few things off my walls for MAP testing starting today but no big deal.

Then my phone is blowing up during math class. I think the whole school can hear that buzzing vibration sound from under my desk. When I finally have time when I can check my messages, I find out it's the car dealership where I bought my new car (which I super-duper love by the way). I need to register my vehicle TODAY or the loan won't work out.

SAY WHAT!?!

I told him, "Jeremy, that would have been a really important thing to mention WHEN I WAS IN ILLINOIS!"

Ok, I didn't shout it, but I spoke really firmly. I also told him I don't work a job where I can take a long lunch or just up and leave, but I would try to get it done.

Fast forward to me frantically calling my insurance agent, the lady at the DMV to see what I need, and the local car garage by school to get my car inspected. Luckily, I know the first two ladies and the car garage guy is just plain nice.

I am able to sneak away from school for about 20 minutes to get my car inspected and have enough time to drop by the licence bureau to see if I can get everything done before it totally wrecks the afternoon I had planned. I had everything EXCEPT the title that is laying on the corner of my kitchen table still in the Fed-Ex envelope.

Awesome.

Now, instead of getting my oil changed,finally taking some things back to Columbia, and hitting up Walmart (I think it's starting to become my hobby) I will be getting my oil changed, driving home to get that stupid envelope, and driving into Fayette to get everything handled at the licence bureau.

I hope.

There's always the chance that something else can come up and derail everything once again.

I would like to note that I'm usually pretty good at handling these things when I have time to plan for them. Like a day notice would do. My own fear of disappointing someone or fear of not following the rules is really wrecking it for me as well. I could just tell Jeremy that this is his problem and he's going to have to wait until freakin' Thursday because I already have the damn car and they already paid my other loan off. But that's just not me.