It's always something...

So here I sit, ready to have a baby anytime now. And my husband calls me. Very upset. With Evie crying in the background.

*heart stops*

What happened?

Turns out that he was driving home from running an errand with Evie when he ran over some debris in the roadway and it tore a huge hole in his oil pan. It was dark and he says he just didn't see it in time. It was like a ladder or something. So he pulled over and called me, not knowing what to do. This is pretty much what I do. But its never MY car. So I do what any grown woman does...

I call my parents. Yeah, I'm 25 years old and when something breaks, I still call my parents. I'll probably still be doing that when I'm 35 years old. Hopefully I won't be breaking things by 45. So my stepdad says that we'll have to have it towed and that one of them can go get Josh and Evie.

So I call the highway patrol to take a report because Josh thinks that the ladder belongs to another vehicle parked along the road and wants to try and file a report. And then I call a tow truck. And then I call and confirm that my mom is enroute to get them. Then Josh calls back.

"Wait...I don't have my license. I'm just in pajama pants because I didn't we'd be out long."

Great. Now he wants me to call the highway patrol and cancel them because he's afraid of getting a ticket. So I call and cancel them.

At this point honestly I'm ready to pull my hair out from my husband calling and me having to call other people for him. Plus it has now hit me that we're going to be down to one car for the next week or longer. Not to mention the outrageous tow bill and repair bill. UGH. And I start thinking, if Josh is just wearing pj's, what's Evie wearing? And since the car has no oil, the engine is off and the car is getting cold. Great. Just great.

So my mom finally texted me that she was there. The tow truck was there. And they were going home. Good deal.

So, I'm not looking forward to trying to figure out life with only one car and two full-time jobs for the next week or more. I'm also really dreading the massive bill a couple of weeks before we have our second child. Needless to say I'm stressed out...