Saturday was a complete disappointment. I had plans. I had been making plans for over a week. Lists written out. You know, like chicken feed....didn't happen.
My husband came home late Friday, and said he was working Saturday. Not only that, but a 12 hour day. Both girls gone. No way to get chicken food.
All week he's told me that Youngest can't drive her own car. Told me he has no way to take care of her if she breaks down and she's at work (before looking at the car one last time).
Proceeds to tell me, "take her car."
"Um, what happens if I break down?"
"Someone will get you." Right. I'm starting to feel like I'm losing my mind stuck at home. Seriously.