I wish I could say that day two went better than day one.. but it really just got kinda, well... worse. The actual "day" was okay... no run-ins with wild animals, etc. After the children were snuggled in their beds for the night we realized we needed some groceries. Andrew was busy marking, so I volunteered for the task. I thought I would sneak in a little Christmas shopping while I was out, and went to buy Andrew a treat. It wasn't expensive, and as I was in the process of paying with my debit card the rude little man behind the counter practically yelled, loud enough for the entire store to hear:
"Your card has been declined."
Him: "It says you are over your limit."
Me: "But that isn't possible."
Him: "That is what the machine says."
Silence... Stares... Me very red in the face handing him a different card, paying, leaving.
After phoning Andrew to ensure he hadn't bought me a MAJOR expensive gift on the card without telling me, I immediately phoned the bank to see what was going on. It seems someone copied, or otherwise compromised my card, and withdrew $400.00 earlier that day from a bank machine in the big city...
For some reason I took this all very personally, and was awake until 3am thinking about it.
I think I'm over it now.