Tired, So Tired, So Damn Tired

New news, (I think): Stepson Jason lost his job at a wireless companies call center (not counting when his attendance fell off).

My husband's car needs a new engine. Of course, I'd 've thought a, like, 3-year-old, Jasper engine with less that 25,000 miles on it would still be pretty new. I'd never consider the noise his '95 Tahoe was making was his NEW engine going out! Unfortately, the warranty (only for a year or 16,000 miles) expired last year. but, again, I'd 've thought that the company would stand behind it's product and would want to know why an engine went out so soon when it was babied (hell, the Hubby now drives like an old man), but no. And that's on top of needing his four-wheel-drive fixed.

I just got 2 of the 4 new tires I need. Of course, they're just going to go bad as fast as the previous tires (none orginal), since I need struts, and possibly another alignment.

Since I just got paid, we got a tire for Jimmy's old Honda (an '86 or so Accord that runs better than my '02 Kia), so the Hubby's going to bring the tag up to date and get insurance for it and drive it until the money falls from the sky to fix the Tahoe. Oh and it needs a power steering pump and a radio (the latter stolen at Ouail Springs Mall). But, I guess, those are quibbles.

I just don't know what to say about the hubby. He's in pain. He's suicidal. To me, he's done more in his life than I've even thought about. To him, it's all failure in the past, and pain in the future. I'm at my wit's end. I wish money would fall out of the sky. I wish we would win the powerball.

Oh, and I'm behind on my car payment by $905.

I guess I could use some of that money falling out of the sky.