I had a rough weekend. And, no, no, no, it was nothing like the Rough Weekend I wrote about last week.
Saturday morning, after packing the SUV to the brim with all of our beach gear, I’m waiting {for The Texan to grab the last minute goodies he needs} and decide to check my email via iPhone. Big glaring message from PayPal regarding a recurring payment that I just authorized to someone whom I do not know. Security breach!
Out of the car. Into the house. Onto the laptop. Call to the bank. Kill debit card and freeze checking account. Back in car. Drive to bank. Get new debit card.
Go to beach. Enjoy a beautiful, though mostly overcast day with The Texan and The Boy. Go home.
Doesn’t sound like too bad of a weekend, does it? Let’s cut to this morning at 4:30 when The Texan is getting ready to leave for work.
His wallet is missing. Searches hi and low for it. Tells me he left it in the center console of the SUV. Leaves for work without the wallet {fingers crossed he doesn’t get pulled over!} I search the SUV {yes, at 4:30. And yes, in my robe.} for the wallet. NO WALLET. Also discover NO GPS and No SUNGLASSES {among other things}. Yep, someone broke in to our SUV. Awesome. Call police. File report.
Call insurance company. File claim. {Thankful that we have only a $250 deductible, and full replacement value!!}
Around 9 this morning, I strap The Boy into his car seat as we’re planning a fun trip to Home Depot for clothespins and a metal ruler. {I know how to have a good time, don’t I??} Put key in ignition. Dead battery. Courtesy of the criminals who broke into the SUV. They didn’t bother to close the door when they were done taking all of my goodies.
Wait an hour for roadside service. Jump start completed. {Also received news that battery is not holding appropriate voltage. Fantabulous! This can happen if you leave the door open and the battery drains. Thanks criminals who broke in!} Head to Home Depot.
Get home, and my neighbor tells me about so-and-so down the street who’s car was broken into on Saturday night. I say really? Mine too.
Moral of the story: Lock your car. Twice.
The bulk of my day has been spent speaking with the police and insurance adjuster. In between changing diapers and keeping The Boy fed. So, my Menu Plan Monday will come on Tuesday. Tonight, we’re having grilled chicken and string beans from above mentioned neighbor’s garden. And bread. We’ll be having some kind of crusty bread and I’ll be drinking a vat of margaritas.
Curious, how was your weekend??
Oh Emily, I’m so sorry! How stressful. You deserve those margaritas girl.
I’m so sorry you had such a rough week. Thanks for sharing with us. It’s a good example that you don’t have to be soooo strict in your weekly schedule (ex: menu planning). Being flexible is ok too. life happens!
What a craptastic weekend. I’m so sorry–I guess it’s true, when it rains, it pours. 🙁 My husband had the same thing happen to his PayPal account and dealing with them was a real nightmare!
I hope this week is a better one for you! Enjoy your crusty bread and margaritas. 🙂
Oh my goodness, I’m so sorry. That sounds like such an ordeal and like something that would happen to me. I swear when it rains, it pours.
OUCH! Okay, you get a pass…cause I wouldn’t want to switch places with you for anything…
Oh,how stinky! We have had similar things happen over the years and it is so stressful to try and get the accounts back in order. Hoping all is back on track soon.
kat