I got three hours of sleep last night due to anxiety and caffeine induced insomnia and a cranky, teething baby. That made today a really great day to find out that the entire brake system in my car needed to be replaced and that it was going to cost more than I currently have in my checking account. Let the stress begin!

However, if you want to put things in perspective really fast, picture this:

After a hard day at the mechanics Chris gets out of the shower, stands in front of the foggy mirror, looks at the counter and sees a positive pregnancy test. He has a moment of inner panic, thinking, no way, and then remembers the conversation earlier where I mentioned that our next car needs to seat at least three car seats, and then, although he didn’t mention it, I’m sure he reflected on the intense moodiness of his wife the past few days. He begins yelling my name over and over with an increasing level of tension in his voice. I’m in bed, trying to snag a nap, when he peeks his head in and says in a small, nervous voice, “Is this test current?”

Of course I burst out laughing because, heck no, I’m not pregnant! That was the test from when I found out Maggie was on her way. Jonas had been climbing in my closet yesterday and pulled it out and I was so busy I just dropped it on the first counter I saw, then promptly forgot it was there.

So, there you go. We are dead broke. But we are not pregnant, so clearly, we’re ok.