This was me by the end of Friday night.
I went downstairs to get in my car to go and fetch Ethan from school. The car wouldn't start. Tried to call my superhero dad... ran out of airtime. Wanted to cry. Why did I go on stupid pay as you go anyway?
Went back upstairs to find help. Only women left in the office. Found one brave woman to come and help me jump start my car. She couldn't open her bonnet. Eventually got her bonnet open and had no idea where to put the jumper leads - very fancy looking car. Man walked past and helped us. I felt so incredibly stupid and female.
Fetched Ethan. Stopped at garage to buy some things. Got back in car. Turned key in ignition. Nothing. Hit steering wheel. Started to scream, cry, swear. Ethan could do nothing but sit there, stroke my arm and tell me everything would be ok. Felt stupid for the second time that day.
Eventually got home after superhero dad came to my rescue again. My favorite nerd came over to cheer me up. Helped. Passed out from exhaustion.
Day over. YAY!
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