Woe is me...

I am having a hard time not feeling sorry for myself this morning. Our van broke down, but that is not the worse part. The bad part of it is we were on our way to a class the kids have been looking forward to for like a month. They have been talking about it and asking when it was over and over. It was harder to accept that I had to tell them they couldn't go then it was for me to accept that I have a huge problem on my hands. Peter is at work so he doesn't even know yet that this has happened. I hate giving him bad news! I know that all things happen for a reason so I choose to believe we would have been in a car wreck or gone somewhere we shouldn't go had the van still been working. It's just hard to be in one of the dips of the roller coaster! I am grateful that we have one working vehicle so at least we are not in a position that Peter can't get back and forth to work. Praise God that we are in a place in our lives that we will be able to fix the problem sooner rather than later. Had this happened a couple of months ago we would be without the van for some time. Hopefully we will be able to get it fixed by the end of next month so 4-6 weeks isn't too long. Today is a stinky day!