I can't wait until this weekend is over

I went to pick up Paul from the airport on Friday night. He hadn't been feeling well. I always forget how much I despise having a sick husband until I have one. The pathetic noises. The whining. The neediness. We stayed in most of the day Saturday and there are few things I hate more than being unproductive. It was the most unproductive day we've had in a long time. Around 7:30 I couldn't handle it any longer. I needed to run to the mall to try and have some pictures printed and to the grocery store. Something, anything just to feel productive. Our neighbor is outside and tells us that her dog has been killed. I would have more empathy for this woman if she wouldn't let her dogs roam the neighborhood. Supposedly the dog has been killed by pit bulls that live down the street. This wouldn't be a problem if she kept her dogs in her own yard but I digress. We are talking about the decline of our neighborhood when I look down into my car to discover the contents of my glove compartment all over my front seat. Great! Someone has been in my car. Tragically this is not the first time our car has been broken into. Fortunately nothing of value was taken. I am still listening to my whining neighbor when I look down at my ignition and yelp. Apparently it wasn't enough to disrupt the contents of my glove compartment but the idiots have to attempt to steal my car as well. Here's the thing that pisses me off the most. If you aren't sure you can steal a car don't even bother attempting. Now, I just have to pay to replace the ignition. Nobody gained anything. Sure I would have been extraordinarily angry had my car actually been stolen but I feel like this is an even bigger waste. The obnoxious idiots that have no idea how to steal a car got nothing. And now I'm out at least $500. The best part is I have only a one car garage and driveway so my car was parked in the street. Actually, to be entirely accurate my car was parked directly behind my driveway blocking my other vehicle. Now, they have done such a number on my ignition that I can't turn the key at all which means I can't even put the car in neutral to push it out of the way. We are stuck at home. We are now both sick. And if it's possible even more cranky than before. When the police officer shows up the neighbor who is upset about her dead dog comes out, interrupts us and rants, raves, and vents to the cop about her poor dog. Yeah, thanks. Don't mind me. What does she expect? She has no proof. She doesn't even bother apologizing about interrupting us. We manage to escape and file our police report without any other drama. All in all a pretty uneventful event. We're supposed to leave for Hobbs tomorrow but unless Paul miraculously heals overnight I think that is going to have to wait at least a day or two. Well, at least it will give us time to get the car into the dealership. Ugh. Is it Monday, yet?