The Good Thing About Being Depressed

After being completely down in the dumps for so long, after awhile nothing can bother you anymore.

Example: I was in the drive-thru of the McDonald's on Friday b/c the KFC next door said it would be 22 minutes for a pot pie and I wasn't about to wait that long. I was driving the Ford Crown Vic since S had to go pick up the baby (whoever has the longest commute on any given day takes the PT cruiser). I can't even believe it myself but I just barely scraped the car in front of me while scooting up in line. I am just not used to how long the front of the Ford is. We got out and looked and I really barely scraped his bumper, but there sure was a mark left there. I didn't crunch in his bumper or anything, literally just left a paint chip, prob. about 1-inch square. The real problem is, it was a BMW SUV. The Ford was perfectly fine. So I gave him my insurance info., but then called him right after that and asked if couldn't we settle this between ourselves since the bumper damage is so minimal. He agreed and said he'd get an estimate and would contact me after that. But even though I really don't need this additional aggravation right now, I am honestly finding it hard to get upset about this. I just have no more capacity to be depressed about 1 MORE THING right now. I don't know how much his bumper repair will cost; Mudflap's guess was maybe $300 when I described it to him. I'm bracing myself to possibly hear as high as $500. I'll just have to get the cash from reducing this month's credit card payments, but I am not going to worry about it until I hear back from BMW guy.

I got plenty of sleep on Friday night but did not get enough sleep yesterday or last night. We patrolled on the special task force on Sat. night from 7p-3a, so I did not get to sleep until probably almost 5am on Sunday morning. Then I woke up around 10:30 b/c the baby was yelling from the bathtub and S had left to get a haircut, so I just woke up and dealt with her and then made eggs for us all. Later we went to the park, and after that we went to the movies. They saw Inkheart and G. met us at the theater and she and I saw Slumdog Millionaire. After that we dropped the baby off and S and I went to eat at La Mad. where my pasta was waaay too salty. We ended the evening by going home and watching Lakeview Terrace which was even cheesier than my pasta. S and I got along for the most part all weekend, though he was in a bad way due to his lower back killing him. I had no idea I married such a sickly man, but he really is, from his back pain to his stomach woes to his panic attacks.

At least I think that after having worked that special project on Sat. night, I should do better once my transfer takes effect. That is b/c that area of town is one that I am definitely more familiar with. I just cannot seem to get a handle on the part of town that I currently am assigned to. It is East Houston and I literally NEVER go over there for any reason, and it is just taking me forever to get acclimated to direction and the major streets, etc. even though I've already been out there almost 3 years. By contrast we were all over North Houston on Sat. night and I totally knew where I was most of the time, or at least which direction I was facing. Important for cops to know, yes???