Ugh

So, today, DH warmed up my car for me and I got in, thinking all was well.

The stupid thing would not go in reverse. I stomped the gas pedal and it was like nothing was happening. I proceeded to freak out. I was envisioning zillions of dollars in fixing whatever was wrong.

DH reassured me that he would handle whatever the problem was, and to drive his truck to work. I did, but the whole time, I was worried about my car and how DH would get to work and take DD to school. You know how the mind works at times like that.

When I got to work, I checked my email, and DH had sent me a message. He had missed reconnecting the throttle or something. So now all is well.

--For now.

Why is it that whenever I think we're going to have a few extra dollars that something happens to eat up that money????

I hate being a grown-up.