Hopelessness

We all have those days...those days when absolutely nothing is going to go right, no matter how much we try to will it. Not one of us is a stranger to the feeling of hopelessness. It's the kind of feeling that makes you want to curl up in a fetal position and cry. Today is one of those days. First, there is my cat, Lester. He's having trouble breathing and I'm not exactly sure what to do with him. I'm giving him antibiotics and breathing treatments and I think he is better but it would sure be easier if he could just tell me how he feels. Then, my cat Joey shows up at my feet with the whole right side of his head swollen. It could be a sinus infection. It could be his teeth. It could be any number of things. So he will go to the vet on Thursday. My biggest dilemma of the day was getting my laundry done. Jenni broke our washer over a year ago, so everything involves hauling it to the laundromat. So, I borrowed my mom's last $5, leaving the balance in her checking account at a whopping 70 cents. (Thank heavens she gets paid on Wednesday.) I went to the laundromat and fed the precious $5 into the coin machine and....nothing. Absolutely nothing happened except that high-pitched whining sound it makes when it is picking up the money and sucking it in. So, stupidly thinking that it just needed to be unjammed, I fed in my last dollar bill. Again, nothing. The hopeless feeling of standing there and watching this machine eat the last dollar I had in the world was a perfect illustration of my day. I stood there, hitting the machine saying, "Oh come on!" and I thought...nope...you're screwed. So I called the owner of the laundromat and was told they would get my $6 out when they can and mail it to me. WELL THAT DOESN'T GET MY LAUNDRY DONE TODAY DOES IT???? Sighhhhhhhhhhhhhhh....screwed. Thanks, Dee, for the loan so I can put some clean clothes on and sleep in a clean bed tonight. Sighhhhhhhhhhhhh.....screwed.