Hot wheeled hormones

As I sit at my lap top today, I am very glad to have come to the end of this past week...everything got sick , the car...very sick and myself and the boys a bit sick. I was in and out of work like a yo yo as I was too unwell to go in Tuesday and the youngest too unwell to go in on Friday. The news that the car was terminally ill was hard to bear in my peri menopausal state...(you remember how attached I got to lino a couple of weeks ago) and I refused to clear out the car or even see it in the garage,before we had to trade it in, as I was afraid I would actually burst into tears in front of a crowd of butch mechanics.....I kid you not. You see, the problem is that I really love cars and that car was my all time favourite...and my all time favourite had let me down....the irony of it ! Just like my love life in my twenties ! I spoke to myself quite regularly during the week, telling myself to cop on, grow a pair and move on, as I had done in my twenties, but I always require an official grieving period so took the rest of the week to lament. The comparisons with my younger love life continued though, as once I saw a new shiny thing, rubbed my hands all over it and felt it beneath me, I quickly got over the last all time favourite and declared undying love for the new one...the way to get over a man etc.......The new car ( only new to me) actually talks to me like Nightrider did ! The salesman spoke to her to set up my phone, step by step and that I asked him if I would need to speak to her again. " You can talk to her all day if you want love" he replied and I decided that was not such a bad idea, so from now on my swirling thoughts shall be released in my car to my best new friend, and I will just look as if I am talking on the hands free. Today , the kids are better, I am better, the newish car is parked outside and GASP is praying that another hormonal hump has been crossed and that a far more pleasant type of hump is in the offing......