My day started with a bang.
And by bang, I mean the sound of me driving my brother's truck into the recycling can at the end of the driveway.
[In my defense, it's a giant truck. Ok, and I'm not the best driver.]
As the crash echoed down the entire street, I jumped down out of the truck to another wonderful surprise. The garbage man apparently hadn't come yet, because the street in front of the house was littered with water bottles and newspapers. Just when I thought it couldn't get any worse, two of my neighbors came out of their houses to witness me frantically scooping trash out of the street.
After I had finally put all the trash back into the can, I got back in the truck and drove away. Not two minutes later, as I rounded the corner onto the main road, a man ran by wearing Army PT's. The surprise of seeing a soldier combined with my unfortunate driving incident pushed me over the edge and I just burst into tears.
I am so ready for this deployment to be over so I can stop being an emotional wreck all the time.