The Sh*t that happens.....

I have been married to my husband for almost 7 years now, so one would think that I would be use to things going wrong every time he has to leave for training or is half way around the world; however, the shock gets me every time. The first time was not even two months after we were married and my husband was deployed. I had just gotten off work at 10 pm and a friend of mine asked me if I would drive her an hours and a half out of town to pick up two girls that had decided to go joy riding and their car broke down. I immediately said no, think it was their own fault for going out in the middle of winter in a crappy car, but then she mentioned that one of the girls had her baby with her. Yes, a baby in the middle of the winter on roads that are not safe... and of all things, a JOYRIDE. My pregnant self was suckered into going to get them when I heard they had a baby with them. 

I must mention that I do NOT have a FILTER and tend to speak whatever comes to mind. I immediately start yelling at the two dumb girls with the baby (they were only 18) and explaining that going for a joyride at night in the middle of winter with a baby in a car that barely works is just plain stupid. After I spoke my mind we got on the freeway to drive home, when all of a sudden my tire blows out and I am forced to exit and end up in a really bad part of Spokane Washington. My pregnant self is outside trying to loosen my lug-nuts so I can change my tire, but they just won't move.... they are covered in ice! No cell phone, parked near a bridge where druggies and homeless people hang out, and scared out of my mind. A cop drives by and stops to tell us that we cannot be parked where we are at, and then offers to push my car out of the way, but does not help me with my tire. Instead he drives away and says someone will be along to help us shortly. NO ONE CAME. A man comes walking out from under the bridge and stops to see what is going on. I tell him and he helps me. In the back of my mind I am thinking he is going to murder me and I am scared to give him my tire iron. For some reason I have more than one tire iron though so I hold onto one for protection while he helps me change my tire with the other one. After he is done I thank him over and over and offer him the only money I have on me $20. He refuses at first, but I insist. I know where he was headed and it saddens me that I couldn't offer him more, he was headed for the homeless shelter. He walks of the street and turns the corner and I load the flat tire into my car and start to leave. Well, I try to leave but my car won't start because the dumb girls had the radio on in the car for over two hours and now my battery is dead. SERIOUSLY!!! I send them out to find someone with jumper cables but when they find someone and bring them back they see a car by me and think that we must have gotten help so the person leaves! No, we did not have help, the person did not have jumper cables. An hour later a security officer from a near by hospital stopped and helped us. I drive the whole way home going 40mph in the snow on icy roads. The girls get dropped off and they don't even say thank you, instead they complain that they should have been back hours ago, if it wasn't for my car. YEP. It took everything in my not to flip.

This is just the first of many... I am convinced that everything happens for a reason, but sometimes I wish that things would happen when my husband is home. If it isn't the car it is bathroom flooding, hospital visits, intruders, dog giving herself an ulcer....etc. I think I should write a book and title it "The Sh*t That Happens". 

Anyone else have this problem? If so please share.