Somehow, we got some bad karma...

My husband and I just can't seem to catch a break. I'm sure this is everyone's story and that right now I'm just hung up on feeling sorry for myself, but honestly, it seems as though it is always something. Back in November, he and I attended a wedding in his hometown (about an hour and a half away from where we live now). After leaving the wedding, we decided we would go see his mother and have a late dinner because he only sees her once a month (which honestly would be way more often than I'd care to see her, but that's another story). Anyway, he had been having some problems with a minor oil leak, but he had been assured that it was minor and could just be repaired the next time he had his oil changed. All of a sudden, his car began smoking. Now, I don't know much about cars, but even I know that smoking from the hood is a negative. We pulled over at a gas station, bought a quart of oil and $17.00 coolant and got the car ready to go. We made it to his mom's house and then it began smoking again. One of his friend's fathers came over to look at it, and the oil that was pouring out the bottom of his car looked like chocolate milk. We ended up having to stay with the mother-in-law with only the clothes we wore to the wedding. The next day, my sister's husband drove all the way there to tow the car, and us, back home. We were hoping for blown head gaskets. We got a completely ruined engine and replaced it to the tune of $2500.

After we got the car back, we drove it to a town about 30 minutes away to do some Christmas shopping. While in traffic, the car ran hot, so my brother-in-law again had to come tow us home. Apparently, when the mechanic fixed it, he forget to plug some fan or something back in. Fantastic!

The next week, I was meeting the members of my carpool when it was my week to drive. Because they are always late, and I am always early (which is another topic altogether), I switched the car off to save some gas. When the first rider got there, she got in the car, complained it was cold, and I turned the key to crank the car. Of course, nothing happened. My battery had to be replaced and my cables had to be professionally cleaned. It was great, really.

Add in a $113 doctor's visit, around $500 of dental work for the hubby, and Christmas shopping. We thought we were finally at a happy and safe point.

But then this weekend, my husband decided to visit his mother once more. Why? I can't answer that. I have no idea. While his car was parked in the driveway at her house last night, in a neighborhood where there has not been a break-in in seven years, someone broke into his car and stole everything out of it. Please note, his car was locked. His mother and his grandmother's cars were also in the driveway and were sitting there unlocked. His car was the only one that was bothered. So today we've dealt with police and insurance and all that jazz.

We could really use a break.