My apologies in advance the the swearing, whining, or stressing that may follow in this post. I don't do it much, but today it's absolutely necessary.
Sooo, around lunchtime, John was about to go get us some food, and he says, "um Kate, do you wanna tell me where the car is?" Whhhattt? "Cause I certainly don't see it. Great. My first reaction is to see if it was towed. No such luck. Our fucking car was stolen. Just what we needed.
John calls the police and they send over an officer. He takes our statement, asks a few questions, then tells us a few other cars on our street had their radios stolen. He also said that he knew he'd be getting a call at some point about a stolen car because they found an ignition on the street. Why couldn't those fucking assholes just take our radio?!?! Apparently Chrystlers are really popular around here because starting their ignitions without keys is easy. Note to self: Do not get another Chrystler.
There are many sucky parts to this situation. First and the most obvious, our car is gone. Our minivan to be exact. Isaiah's one and only carseat was also in the van. Even if our car is found, there will probably be something wrong with it, and we'll at least have to pay the $500 deductible. Plus, the car has a lot of miles on it and just had to have the fuel pump replaced (if you remember). Getting a new car is completely out of the question. With only John working, the money situation is already tight, and having this happen is just an added stress. And on top of this, John's position at his school was excessed so he had to transfer within the school district. He had found a new position, but some genius within the D.C. Public school system has submitted his name for a part time position, so that's a big mess.
Ugggh, I feel so stressed and scatterbrained at the moment. I'm angry that someone had to take our car. I hate the feeling of not knowing if and/or when our car will found. I'd really like to give those motherfuckers a piece of my mind!! Not only that, but now I feel a little less secure in our house when John's at work at night. Now there will really not be any sewing done after dark.
Anyway, thanks for letting me vent. Not that you had a choice ;)