Our car was stolen today in the early hours of the morning. We learned about it by way of a 1:45am visit from the police. I won't go into any protracted details because that's not what I came here to post about, but I will say the following:
1) the car has been recovered and is safe and sound in a garage across town, but it's not driveable because of damage to the ignition during the attempted hotwire.
2) I've been tired and cranky all day because of the worry and interrupted sleep.
Earlier this evening, my elder stepson was working on the computer and asking for my help on saving and linking to images. I think my answers were a bit hurried and distracted because he asked me, "are you tired?" He didn't ask it in a mean way or a sarcastic way - just in a genuinely curious 10-year-old way. Still, the question bothered me because I don't like being tired. I remember what "tired" meant when I was 10. When I heard that a grown-up was tired, that meant they were to be left alone. It translated directly to "no fun." But without thinking, I told my stepson that I was quite tired and worried about how we were going to deal with the car situation.
I hope I haven't become the boring, serious grownup with the crease in my brow I always said I wouldn't turn into, but it's so hard not to worry about money in a country as crazy expensive as this one. And nobody likes to be the victim of crime. So for the time being, I'm walking around with a creased brow.