When it rains…..

Have you ever wondered why life works out the way it does?  You know the saying, “When it rains, it pours”.  In so many ways it seems so true.  Right now I feel like its pouring. 

So, Candace and I started out this year really trying to save some money.  We budget everything, rarely eat out (if we do it’s usually a pizza or a Chipotle burrito), don’t go shopping, keep travelling at a minimum, etc.  But, like most things, just when things appear to be going good, it all seems to blow up in our face.  First, it was Candace’s wisdom teeth.  Luckily she’s working in the school system so she had insurance, but we still shelled out like $400.  Back to ground zero. 

Then, it’s our car.  So I notice my tire’s a little flat and I look and find a nail.  No big deal, right….that’s like $10 to patch.  We take it to the mechanic and they say ‘Oh, you can’t patch it, it’s too close to the edge, you have to replace the tire.’  Second and third opinion say the same thing.  Not only that, but since your tires are worn down and its 4WD, you have to replace all 4 tires.  Awesome…. a $600 nail.  

 Not only that but while I’m getting the oil changed, the day before the tire incident, the mechanic gives me this long list of the things that the car needs done and begins to tell me all the horrific consequences if I neglect all of these ‘urgent’ items.  If I did everything they listed it would be another $600.  What’s worse is that the whole time he’s talking to me, I have this feeling in my gut that is just saying ‘You’re so getting screwed right now’.  However, I know absolutely nothing about cars, so I’m sitting there listening intently, shaking my head in agreement, trying not to look like an idiot, pretending as if I know what the hell he’s talking about.  It’s a terrible feeling when there’s no way to know if the guy is screwing you or telling the truth. 

 Anyways, maybe that’s just the way life is, and all we can do is learn to weather the storm.  I don’t know.  I just hate walking through life feeling unequipped for the storm.  Sometimes I feel like a little boy who’s carrying an umbrella right into a hurricane.