Terrible Horrible No Good Very Bad Day

Ever have one of those days? A day where everything goes wrong, and despite that inner voice, for some reason things still go wrong?
My day started with a clogged toilet... no one could use it because the night before some one I'm not naming names, but the one with curls put something in the toilet that prevented anything from going down it. I called the plumber who charged us almost $200 at 7:30 in the morning to unstop the potty seat. Because he couldn't come until 10, (we all needed to go.. kids jumping up and down and crying) we packed up to go to my sister's house up the road. While climbing in the van I noticed everything from our glove compartment and under seats had been pulled out and muffled through. Yeah, our van was broken into.... I guess they jimmied the locks and was looking for something... luckily nothing is missing, we don't keep anything important in there, but I feel completely violated. We have been begging our landlord to fix the bent fence that protects us from the KFC parking lot and the nearby skate park. We have had people jump the fence, and loiter around our home... very scary. Needless to say I called my landlord on my way to my sister's and told her what happened. She said that I can give our 20 day notice.... so I did. Now we are looking for a new place to live and have until May 17th to find it.
The day goes on Egan goes to school, and Evelyn and I hang at Lacey's (my sisters) until I get enough guts to go home. While searching the Internet for a new home I find nothing... my hopes are lower in finding just the right place. I get an email from etsy (this is good news) I have an order for 20 crayon roll ups! I don't have enough material, I mentally plan my trip to the store when Aaron gets home. Pick up Egan. Play with kids..,
I burn the bacon for dinner.
For some reason I have a blister on my little toe.
Aaron comes home. (more good news)
Feed the kids, and put them to bed.
It is now time to go to Joannes.. my favorite place. I can only stay a little while, in and out... or I'll spend more than necessary. I'm only in there for 20 min... on my way home the van runs out of gas on highway 500. Look in my purse... no cell phone. How I forgot it I don't know. Luckily I was close to an exit and walk about a mile to the nearest pay phone on fourth plain. Aaron isn't answering. His phone is turned off. I then walk another half mile to the nearest gas station. Its getting dark, and this area is not the best of places to be. While walking drunk man yells to his other drunk friend "Hey man, there's you next ex wife!" Terrified... I walk faster with my $10 gallon of gas (didn't have a container) that is leaking for some reason all over the place. I walk up the next block thinking there will be a connecting street to get me back to 500.. I end up on a dead end street where a few dealers are on the street looking at me funny. I smile and walk back the way I came. My good very pregnant friend Rebbecca from our previous ward now lives in a complex near by. I had checked to see if her car was there on my way up the first time with no luck. I decided to hang out at her apartment until she came home. She was home when I got there and took me to my car. When we get there the container has leaked everywhere and isn't working. After a few minutes of wiggling we get it to work. You can imagine two women on the side of a highway one very pregnant the other dense trying to poor a little gas into a van. We get it in there... but the battery has drained from the blinking hazard lights that I had left on to go get gas. Its been two and 1/2 hours since I left home... I called Aaron from Rebbecca's cell. She's the smart one and remembered hers. We drive back to the gas station call another friend to borrow cables and get more gas. Pick up cables. Rebbecca's husband has her stop home again for mace... just in case. Nice. :) We get back and fill up the tank more, and Rebbecca four wheels it in the ditch beside the freeway to connect the cables. After a few minutes the van is started and we head home. I'm laughing now, but at the time I'm praying "please keep me safe!"
So this was my terrible horrible no good very bad day... I think I'll move to Australia. Some days are like that.....
Good news of the day:... all that walking and stressing earned me just enough weight watchers points for a brownie. Aw the silver lining.