Anyone got a Xanax?

I was going to do Mamakat's thing last night and then post it early this morning, go fill out Mr. Linky and have tons of her followers come read my amazing writing. Apparently, God had a different plan for me.



About 5pm yesterday, one very pitiful Smiley told me he wanted to go to Taco Bell. I looked outside, talked to my Mom, and decided I could get there and back before the rain was going to hit. I HATE driving in the rain. I didn't have a problem with it until I was 17 and my best friend from high school (who I still talk to She's pretty, sweet, and I love her. Does that count for my writing assingment?) was in a horrible car accident. She was on a vent for a month and in the hospital about 3 months. Anyway, it scares the crap out of me now. Like I have panic attacks over it. So we load up and go.



We drive the 20 min. there and my jaw hit the ground when we got there. There was probably 15 people ahead of me in the drive thru and even more inside. I looked at the sky that was covered in lightning and decided we would wait in line. We had already driven there, no point in going back.



So, we finally get to the window to pay and get our food and the flood gates opened. I was soaking wet by the time I got my money out the window and the food in the car. Yes, I was under an awning but yesterday, that didn't matter. We pull off and head home.



I seriously had to drive 30 mph on the way home because I hydroplaned at 40. I pulled over once and sat for a minute because it was raining harder than I have ever seen, hailing, and the lightning was literally blinding. Toot is so sweet. She could tell I was freaking out and kept saying "We are safe because we are in the car."



By the time we got home and I got everything and everyone in, I was soaking wet from head to toe. I was a total wreck mentally and just sat and watched TV. I bawled all the way threw that new reality show (about the rich folks giving away money) and we went to bed at 9pm. I didn't even do laundry, so I had to get up this morning at 5am to do it. Toot can't really go to school naked so it had to be done. I'm still shook up about the whole ordeal (it's really that bad for me) but am better.



Then this morning, Smiley wakes up at 5:30am (which is REALLY weird) and pukes everywhere. He has had really nasty diapers for 2 days so I think he has the stomach virus AGAIN! I keep saying over and over in my head "It could be worse, It could be worse!"



Anyway, my homework did not get done and all you got to read about is the mess I have been going through for about 13 hours. I hope my misery makes you happy to be who you are because "IT COULD BE WORSE"