Today's post was provided by my 4 extra minutes

I think my brain has been singed. It didn't explode or give out like I feared but it's definitely a rough brown around the edges. Two weeks ago today, The Girl's bus was a couple minutes late picking her up and it set off a chain of events that left me spinning. When an Elementary school bus being late totally wrecks your schedule, you know that you are way too fucking busy for your own (or anyone else's) good.

You see, the bus was late and my schedule can not handle that so I had to rush to work that morning.
And I hit a deer.
Which made me an hour late for work.
So I got home an hour late.
Which means I was an hour behind all evening and got to bed an hour late.
So I slept in a little, making me rushed again on top of feeling exhausted.
Which added to my stress level making me cranky and in more need of sleep.
But I was continuely behind schedule for the rest of the week, which means with each progressive day, I was more tired and more stressed.
Which only got worse when I had to take Friday 'off' to buy the baby.
And my bosses thought it would be a wonderful idea to send me off with an office laptop so I could continue working.
Which I did starting that night and for the next week straight; between 9 to 12 hrs a day on top of the stress of plunking down large sums of money on a new car.
Think Hulk here...Fauve angry, Fauve smash.

Last week, The Paperweight was in a horrible crash in which - to use his own words - "if it weren't for the air bags I'd be dead". A young woman (probably a few minutes late for work) tried to zip across four lanes of traffic, but wasn't as fast as she thought she was and was broadsided by The Paperweight. The girl is alive. And the police report does state she was at fault. But both lives were in mortal danger and both cars are completely totaled. Apparently, she literally pulled right out in front of him. Though everyone says that it's rarely the case. However, there weren't any skid marks at the scene as The Paperweight never had a chance to touch his breaks and hit her full force at an estimated 60 mph.

I figured out at the end of last week that the clock in my new car is 4 minutes slow. I was going to look in the owner's manual to figure out how to change it but then thought better of it. The way I figure it, I could use an extra 4 minutes added to my day.