That sinking feeling

It rained and rained and the street flooded so fast we didn't have time to move the car.  Sadly Jamie-Lee Cultus was swamped, a write-off.  Goodbye to the car that has seen us through the births of two children and many trips up north. Luckily we were well insured.  Before we could get too excited and start test driving second-hand cars, the hot water cylinder blew.  There goes the insurance money and no hot water for a week and a half.

I know I have a lot to be grateful for but I am finding it hard to see the bright side at the moment.

In some existential way I am feeling in need of comfort and I don't know quite where to find it.  My usual answer - junk food - is not helping. Parenting is a source of joy but also of stress.  Simple things like fitting the people mover into a narrow parking spot feel like they test the boundaries of my resilience.  At least I have a partner to weather the storm with.  "These things are just part of being a grown up", we tell each other, "Wah!"