So, a few days before VPK was open for registration we went down and they gave us the packet and told us to come back after Mar 4. So we went back today and we were told we could not register at the main building, we have to go to one of the registration dates.
Most of them are from 12 – 7 and not conveniently located to me. Did I mention they are from 12 – 7? I am available in the mornings before 12. There are some Saturday hours, but Michael works on Saturday too. Fuckers.
There is one date, two weeks from today, relatively close by and from 4 – 8. Michael is going to head down there while I keep the kids home.
VPK saves us 25$ a week for PreK at the place we’re looking to send Shivie next year.
I am just so angry that we were at the fucking building and they couldn’t take ten minutes to take the goddamn paper that was already filled out and hand me the certificate.
Also, Michael was rear ended last week. He took his car in, but the effing insurance sent him to a body shop. We needed a mechanic. His check engine light is blinking on and off (which is a change from it just being on all the damn time) and the engine isn’t firing the right way. Our ins. was useless, and he’s left a message with the other ins. to call him back, he wants to see a mechanic.
We took the van in for an oil change and brake eval. 600$ later, I will have new brake pads, a new serpentine belt (I have been told that the serpentine belt is near impossible to break or wear down – I’ve replaced it in three different cars, methinks someone is lying to me about that fucking belt), brake fluid, and some other gobbledygook. As it turns out, we have the money this time and don’t have to beg, borrow or steal. Yay!
I am so sick of today already.
I’ve replaced serpentine belts many times. I’ve also had them break, and saw it with my own two eyes.
Sorry your Monday is sucking … My lazy ass has only just started mine.