I've spent the past half an hour walking around our apartment too keyed up to do anything. Both my and Mike's days have disappeared spent on this fucking car. I'm not at the curl up and cry point in my stress level but I'm getting there. I haven't really felt anything for a week. I'm not sleeping and when I do sleep I have nightmares about test-driving or about being able to make payments. In 10 minutes I have to get dressed to go get Sara and then I'm on as a mom for the rest of the night.

This is a fucked up world. We're buying a car. It's just a big expensive bar of soap but somehow I got tied up in knots over it anyways. We've spent weeks now on this and honestly there's no end in sight yet. And that's just screwy.