One of those ... weeks?!

Hawaii was amazing! Jared and I had such a good time just being with each other. Jared hiked Diamonhead (a huge crater) to the top, but I only made it 90% of the way. The heat and the stairs got the best of me so I ended up stopping at the last 20 ft winding staircase from the top. I gave it the best shot I had! We snorkeled and drove around the island with the Jeep top down. People watching is one of my favorite things and boy! there were sights to be seen. I am so glad Jared and I took this trip - our last trip as two - the last trip before our second deployment.

So how did a wonderful trip turn in to one of those weeks?! I woke up this past Monday with a scratchy throat. I woke up Tuesday morning with a stuffed nose and sore throat. I woke up SUPER early Wednesday morning to catch my flight and starting feeling like total poo. The people on my flight probably hate me now because I was definitely spreading my germs - sneezing a bajillion times, blowing my nose like heee haawwww, and getting up to go potty like it's my job. And that was just the first flight! The second flight was even more horrible! I was not able to have my ears pop on the first flight so my ears were hurting and my nose was running like a leaky faucet. How wonderful! I didn't go to work on Thursday because I didn't want to spread my germs around the office and just laid while Jared worked around the house and changed the oil in both of the cars. Friday I started feeling a little better and thought, oh yes! This cold is going to be gone in no time! ... That was until a disaster worse than the BP oil spill happened.

Jared borrowed my car to take the oil to the car shop to dispose of the used engine oil. Well he got rid fo it all right, he happened to dispose of it... IN THE BACK OF MY CAR! Apparently the oil container cap came off and flooded the back of my SUV. I came home from painting pottery with a friend to see my car being aired out. I got out of the car and said "Oh jared! You are cleaning out my car! How wonderful." The look on his face did not say you are welcome. Instead his face said, I am in BIG trouble and his mouth said, you are going to be pissed. The inside of the back of my car had been completely taken apart and was trying to be cleaned. The engine oil not only spilled in my car, but had gone into the lower compartment that holds random crap and had then leaked out the bottom of my car. Seriously. I took it in stride... for a day. Saturday, Jared woke up with chills and said he couldn't get warm, had a headache, and was sore all over. Oh great, the flu? I left him in bed and set out to clean up my car some more. As much smack as I talk about my car and how I only bought it because I couldn't afford a Honda Pilot, I love my Ford Explorer. I bought it by myself, it only has my name on it, it is mine. My poor baby was covered in oil and no amount of Dawn would get this baby clean. So I cried while cleaning ... and then I got PISSED! What was he thinking?!?!??!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?! The undercarriage of my car was covered with oil and there was new oil that dripped on our driveway. There was still oil in the small spaces of my car and there was no way the under mat was getting cleaning no matter how many times I scrubbed that sucker. I would scrub, let dry, pick it up, and my hand would still be covered in oil. So I cried some more. Jared woke up and we switched places - he cleaned and I got myself ready because I couldn't be in the house anymore. When I returned from my Wal-Mart outing Jared had more bad news to share.... my car wouldn't start. This is an unrelated problem to the worse than BP oil spill. My car wouldn't start a few months ago when it was cold, but everything checked out fine so I assumed my baby doesn't like to be cold and snowy. Yesterday when it wouldn't start there was definitely no method to it's madness. Jared jumped it and took it to AutoZone - we live in a small town, that's the best that we've got! Battery is fine, alternator is fine, starter is fine, and everything is working together to run the car. I have no after market parts that might had a crazy wire that would be draining the battery on accident. What gives?! I don't want my car to turn into Jared's old blue beast and just start having one problem after another. Do we take it to the dealership to have them try to figure out the problem and charge us an arm and a leg? Do we wait and see if it happens again? (we don't have much time before Jared leaves) Do I sell the car and we become a 1 car family while Jared is gone for 6 months? It would not be smart for us to have 2 car payments at the moment, but I don't know if it would be smart for us to have 2 car payments in the future. We don't know if we will be able to see our house, if we do how much of a loss will we take? If we have to rent our house, how much will we have to come out of pocket each month? How wonderful! How do I know that know would be the best time to get rid of the car? How do I know I need to just sell my car, make it someone else's problem (if it is even a problem!) and just save my money for my dream Honda Pilot later?!
... So that's been my week. Broken car. Smelly car. Sick me. Sick Husband. At least the dog hasn't started puking all over the floor. I don't think I could take it.

On a good note - 9 days until we find out what we are having and get to see the baby on the big screen :) At least that makes me happy!