I know, I know, my last post was a bit of a Debbie Downer. I apologize.
Actually, no, I don't, because everyone has experienced those days.
Those days aren't pretty, but they're real.
And you've just gotta figure out a way to handle the fistfuls of crap life throws at you sometimes. So I did just that.
Well I can officially confirm that things are better now!
*happy shimmy*
My freelance project is chugging away nicely. Or, as nicely as can be expected given that the client keeps adding to and changing items on the scope. I'm about one third of the way done with it. Taking a break right now for a cuppa tea and a breather, because I was starting to feel overwhelmed.
(No, I won't attach yet another '10 Things I Hate About You' reference)
(Though, if you didn't automatically make said reference, clearly we aren't meant to be friends)
(I think you can in Europe)
(Couldn't help it, sorry, done now)
I digress.
Work is back on track. Still tiresome. Still thankless. Still waiting for that big break. But in a better state of mind, which makes all the difference.
Dishwasher is still broken. Repairman came out, said 'yep, I can't fix this, have to special order a part' and left.
So in 7-10 business days, I will hopefully get to stop hand washing dishes and wreaking havoc on my poor skin. Because sandpaper knuckles are not pretty.
But, again, attitude is everything. Washing the evening dishes has become a nice time for Hubs and I to chat about our days. Because positive spin.
We also solved the vehicle crisis. Sold the Passat. Less than what I wanted to get from it, but more than Hubs expected to get, so I guess it was a win. Especially for that piece of crap!
And we bought a new, not broken, not-going-to-be-broken-for-a-long-time car!
(Fingers crossed, knock on wood)
It's a Certified Used 2014 Chevy Traverse.
It's white, which is slightly unfortunate, because I always swore I'd never own a white vehicle. On account of almost every single person I've ever known who owned a white vehicle was a d-bag.
But I'm not a d-bag, so maybe I can effect positive change for white vehicles. Or their non-d-bag owners. Or something like that.
Anyhoodle, the Traverse came with a 3-year/36,000 mile warranty, which we quickly and gladly upped to a 10 year/100,000 mile warranty. Because mama ain't gonna play that game of Russian Roulette ever again!
The dealership we purchased from also offers a "drive forever" warranty on all of their certified vehicles. Basically, if anything on the powertrain breaks, ever, it's covered. For as long as we own the vehicle.
Throw a piston?
Covered!
Engine seizes?
Covered!
Transmission gives out?
Covered, bitches!!!
Which would have been nice to have this summer with the Suburban.
Or the truck.
Or the Passat.
Seriously, we've had some pretty lousy luck.
Anyway, the point is, we got it figured out. And I love my new car. And its fantastic gas mileage. And its new car smell.
And while, yes, it will tighten our budget for the next few months, we can handle it.
And better yet, unlike with the truck, I actually want to make it work, because I don't resent the vehicle in the first place!
I think this is what emotional maturity feels like? Let me just bask in this moment for a sec....
And it passed.
You're welcome ;-)
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