When it rains it pours Swiss Cake Rolls part 2

Feeling bloated from my Swiss Cake Roll stress eating Monday I woke up with a slightly more hopeful attitude Tuesday.  The usual thoughts entered my mind after an early HPT (home pregnancy test)..."maybe I tested too early," "there's still a chance."  Getting my hopes up has not served me well the past 9 months, but I can't control the optimist in me...."maybe this time." 

Tuesday 5am: "Not Pregnant"  Why do I do this to myself?

Tuesday 1:30pm: Did I mention I'm a teacher? Unlike my fellow colleagues in Wisconsin and elsewhere, I make less than $40K/year. Trying to pay down my student loans and my husband's student loans and our doctor bills, and our car bills, child care and now our credit card bills on that salary...forget about savings.

I couldn't pay a speeding ticket on time in April. I paid it late. But I paid it.  Unbeknownst to me, due to my failure to pay on time or appear in court (in a tiny town 4 hours away) my license had been suspended.  I know you don't know me, but I am a law abiding citizen, with the exception of having some what of a lead foot.  This is something I am genuinely trying to change. 

Nevertheless, the speed limit bested me again on Tuesday.  going 59 in what I thought was a 55 but turned out to be a 45.  To my humiliated shock and surprise the officer informed me that I was driving on a suspended license.  Que the tears.  The officer told me it was his job and he just couldn't let me leave with a suspended license.  I had to call my husband out of work, which pays him hourly, to come get me and take me home. 

Wednesday 8am: What stinks about being a teacher is when you have a craptstic couple of days, you can't hide in a cubicle and bury yourself in your work, you still have to smile in front of your students, try to help them cope with their craptastic day and attempt to teach them something through it all.  You also can't come in a couple of hours late after waiting at the department of safety to get your license renewed and work a couple of hours late to make up for it.  No, you have to take sick leave because they have to pay a sub. 

After 2 hours contemplating the inefficiency of this ridiculous department of government while waiting for them to call my number, I get to pay $140 to reinstate my license AND $20 for them to actually give me a new license. 

So much for paying anything off the credit card this month.

Wednesday 4pm: A sobering dose of perspective.  My sister calls to say our 34 year old friend has cancer.

Suddenly, my 10th negative pregnancy test, car accident, traffic fines, rising credit card debt and no hope of anything changing anytime soon, somehow doesn't seem as terrible. 

Nothing a Swiss Cake Roll and my Sugar can't fix.  At least for now.