Oh my. We are supposed to go camping this weekend with a group of people. Hubby rode his bike out to the site, leaving seven hours ago. It was going to take a few hours to get there, so I was running errands, went to the gym and the plan was to join him late afternoon/early eve.
I love my husband. He tried. He’s just not very detailed or effective at time management. Add a pregnant wife who can’t remember things and it has been a really trying afternoon. Went to Target to pick up non-food items, co-op to stock up on yummy fruit and two trips to the neighborhood store for things I forgot. Took countless trips up and down the stairs doing laundry, packing stuff, taking bathroom breaks, feeding cats, etc. Also took countless trips back and forth from house to van to get stuff in there. When you are tired and your lungs are being squeezed and you can’t carry a lot, the trips really add up. So I’m doing all this and I’m exhausted and crabby. Little did I know that was the most pleasant I’d be all day.
Then everything is finally in the vehicle, so it is time to try to leave. Now this vehicle is a VW camper van that belongs to my in-laws. It is old and I have never driven it. And I have a history of hitting inanimate objects with larger vehicles that I’m unfamiliar with, but that hasn’t been an issue since I can’t even get it out of the driveway. First of all, the seat was way too far back for all 5’2″ of me to reach the pedals. So I move it up, but then my belly is in the steering wheel and I can’t get the seat to move back. I call hubby and tell him I’m either not coming or will grab the tent and move everything into the Corolla. He says he’ll call his friend to come over and help. I proceed to go inside and bawl until friend shows up. He moves the seat and it is time to go again. I put the clutch in, turn the key and try to give it some gas to get it going. Engine won’t turn over. Did I mention this is OLD??? So call hubby again and he tells me various things to try….the car is finally running. So then, even though I told him I didn’t want to deal with reverse when he was saying how tricky it is, he left the van in the driveway with only one way out….reverse. He says to look at the knob to figure out reverse. First off, knob is upside down, but I did figure that one out before actually trying to reverse. After correcting this, I try five times to get it into the correct position, but it still moves forward when I give it gas. Now, this was also occurring at pregnant lady supper time, so you add hunger + hours on feet packing + constant replay of times I’ve said to hubby “I am tired and can’t do what I’ve normally been able to do” + piece of shit vehicle and what do you get??? FUCKING INSANE PREGNANT WIFE!!! If you are my husband, you think the thing to say is “can’t you try one more time?” Somehow between sobs I was able to choke out “no, I can’t try one more time. I’m done. I can’t do this.”
He said he’s getting a ride from someone back into town and will drive us out there. That gives me time to eat some dinner at least. It is only a half hour away. And then I’ll waddle into the campground with blood shot, puffy eyes just in time to go to bed. Sigh…..I think it would have been more enjoyable to be at work today. At least on Monday when the three hour glucose test sucks, I can think “at least it isn’t last Friday.”