Car woes

Last night John and I went out to our favorite date night spot, Café on the Corner, which is down in Dover. We got there around 8:10 and had a good time just relaxing drinking hot chocolate (for John) and chai (for me). Then at about 9pm we started driving home, and as we headed up towards Weeks Crossing (a major intersection on the Dover/Somersworth line) John noticed his car acting funny. The interior lights were getting all dim and I think the headlights were too. I didn't think anything of it, because the interior lights in my car are bright blue, and you would definitely notice them if something was wrong. John's, however, are green, so I didn't pay much attention, because I think green lights are dimmer anyway (just my perception). But John said that something was up with the car, so he pulled into the Friendly's parking lot, thinking he could just restart the car. Nope. As soon as he shut it off, it wouldn't turn back on. He thought it was the battery, but I told him that couldn't be the case, because the lights all worked. Then I noticed the clock in the car had reset itself to 12:00 (like if you lose power). So then, we decided we'd call Johns parents. Well, John's pre-paid phone had no minutes on it (he never puts any on it in the summer), and I didn't have my cell phone (because I didn't bring my purse at all). So then John thought there was a payphone in Friendly's. I guess they took it out though, beccause he had to use the restaurant phone to call them. So they came, picked us up, brought us back to their house, and John called a towing company. Someone got out there just after 10 to get the car, and they towed it to the shop we get all our car repairs done at. $75 later, Johns parents were driving us back home, and I was in such a bad mood it practially ruined the rest of the night.

Then, I started to feel horribly guilty for not having a full time job to help pay for all the costs of stuff that we needed to pay for now (his car repairs, our impending inspections and registrations, etc.). We've been counting on this help that we're supposed to be getting any day now (but we've been "supposed to be getting it any day now" since April), but since we don't know when it will get here, my guilt is just immeasurable. With a baby on the way, the last things I need are to be broke and stressed all the time.

Anyway, I just needed to rant about this for a while.