You know the one, when you've had a run of bad luck but remained positive and/or calm, but then something really minor happens and you just lose it.
Last week I found out that my temporary work contract (which I was assured would definitely be made permanent in September) wouldn't be made permanent at all. Fine, disappointed but I coped. I'll find another job.
Saturday our car broke down, turns out cam belt went and it's not worth fixing. Not great, but we'll have to get another one somehow and DH can borrow one from work in the meantime.
Yesterday our ancient washing machine also died. We'd been expecting it, and I'd been putting a bit of money aside for this kind of thing. Luckily my washing basket is mostly empty so we've got clothes to last a week or so.
Then this morning, while opening the last tin of beans in the cupboard, the tin opener broke halfway round. Butchered the tin so I can't open it now. And I cried and cried for about half an hour. It felt like the worst possible thing EVER.
Why is that? How is it we manage to cope when big things go wrong, but then the smallest thing happens and it tips you over the edge. Tell me I'm not the only one who's like this? 