wanna fight?

i am becoming one tough b**ch! it surprises me the things that i am forced to say/do/endure these days.

sometimes i feel so beat down i don't even have the energy to fight. hubby and i are "walking on eggshells" as i call it. this basically means a fight is brewing, just beneath the surface. we are at opposite ends of an agreement regarding something i want to do and just cannot over the last half year seem to come to some kind of agreement. we fight everytime it comes up and usually i have far given up by now. but i just can't.

but enough about that:)

it is a rainy freakin day here today and i am so sick of it! i just got finished about 50 hours of work in 3.5 days i am should be sleeping, but i can't!

instead i will leave you with this story.....

I used to be a nanny for 2 kids. it was a cake job because i loved the kids, and i could go to college while they were in school and they paid me well.

everything about this job was good except i had a really bad tie with mail boxes, that i haven't had before or since.

once, when i was driving them to school, there was a car that braked suddenly in front of me. it truly did brake very hard, i wasn't following too closely. i slammed on my brakes but i knew i wasn't going to be able to stop in time. there was nothing but lawn next to me on the right so i swerved over to cu through the grass alittle to avoid hitting the dumb car in front.

well there was only lawn and ....

a mailbox, which i promptly ran over.

i was so nervous that the whole thing happened in the first place that it didn't occur to me to stop and go back. i just kept on driving as if nothing had happened until the girl who was a bit older than the boy turned to me and said, ummm did we hit a mailbox?

i looked her dead in the eye and told her no. i guess she believed me because we never spoke of it again.

that or she was afraid i might run her over......

and the other time i was backing out of their driveway and i don;t know what i was looking at, bt i backed over their mailbox and knocked it over and it was wooden so it broke!

it was splayed everywhere in their driveway.

i felt terrible, i sat there for a minute and then i don;t know what possessed me, but i left!

i think they would have been very understanding had i stayed and explained and i really was very good to their kids.....

the next day they were relaying the story that some crazy person came and knowcked over their mail box and didn't even say anything.
i jsut stood there and agreed how awful it was to have done such a thing. i felt so terrible , but by that point there was no going back.

i don;t think they ever even suspected me...

i am sure you all think i am horrible now, but i was only 17, i didn't know that it wouldn't be the end of the world to fess up and buy them a new mailbox.

i hope they never find this and read it.......

have nay of you ever done something like that? how did you handle it?

you better fess up, or i might come looking for your mailbox.......