I know I made great strides by calling my MOH earlier today, but tonight is a completely different story.
It all started with dinner.
Mr. JB was reheating the tasty, free-range, no antibiotic chicken that we had on Sunday and I suddenly was disappointed that it was my favourite chicken dish that we were having. I had misunderstood and I didn't realize that we had a ton of left-overs in the fridge. Really, it wasn't a big deal, but I had my heart set on the yummy Montreal chicken spiced chicken that I thought we were having.
Then I started a fight because Mr. JB said that he didn't want to test drive a whole bunch of cars this weekend. He's basically made up his mind about what he wants, but I want to try some other options out just to make sure that he gets the perfect one. Mr. JB comes from a long line of G.M. workers, but this time he thinks that he's going to get an import. He says that he will get the import so he can bide his time while G.M. gets its act together and he'll go back to buying domestic.
Anyhow, I started to get irked since I've never really had a very exciting history with car purchases. My parents got me a car when I turned 18 (yes, I know I'm very lucky and I'm also an only child and the car was part of a bribe to stay in the province for university, I wanted to go to Montreal, but my parents couldn't handle it) and then I drove that same car for ELEVEN years. Then seven years ago I bought the newer version of the same car. So you see, not so exciting.
I've gone on a total of ONE test drive in my whole adult life and I'm 35! So I was so pumped about trying out a whole bunch of new cars. I was even going to come up with a checklist so we could compare when we were done.
I ended up crying (not excessively, but there were still tears) on the couch and not being able to finish my dinner.
Have I mentioned that I'm Peak +13 today and I'm going to see my Napro doc tomorrow? I'm so hormonal and scared that I'm going to get bad news, yet again (which is totally contrary to my positive outlook, going to believe I'm going to get pg attitude). My boobs are also sore and my scalp is breaking out -- EEEEWWW!
Btw, do any of you have any advice on how to make manicures last? My feet look awesome, but my hands look nasty! I tried to ask the nice lady that did my nails what to do to make my manicure last longer, but I don't think that she understood me!
It also doesn't help that I'm all crazy hormonal and I have to deal with mortgage-related stuff. For some reason I thought that we were supposed to renew our mortgage in the near future, but
I was off by a couple of years (we refinanced the second year of our marriage 'cos we were having a hard time coping with our wedding/honeymoon debt, a new mortgage and Mr. JB's huge car payments). So current rates are lower than our current one and our financial planner suggested that I find out how much of a penalty we would have to pay if we were to break our mortgage. I almost fell over when the mortgage lady told me. To break our mortgage 26 months early it would be $13 800 (which is almost the price of a small car)!!!!
Anyhow, the mortgage specialist said that we could blend our current rate with a new, lower one and we could still save $320 a month (which is almost a car payment). Our financial advisor ran the numbers and said that we should go with the bank's suggestion. I know that we're still saving money, but not as much as we would've if we went with our financial advisor's option (we would've saved $400!).
I really hate sometime that I have to be responsible for our money. If it was up to Mr. JB he would bury his head in the sand and cross his fingers. It's also frustrating that we've been paying our mortgage for five years and we've barely paid anything off except for $16 ooo in interest!
Then again, I have a house and we can afford a new car. So I shouldn't complain too much, right?
I need more chocolate or something. Not even the iced s.oy gr.een te.a latt.e from St.arbucks was enough to cheer me up (then again I was on my way to a boring meeting, but I was happy until I reached the bottom of the cup!).