I've been a bit low recently - 31weeks pregnant with DC2, anaemic , juggling full-time job with DS1(3yo) and a slightly depressed DP who has been self-employed but not getting any work and is seeking employment. Money worries abound but we cope just about on my wage.
Anyway DP got some work in another city for the weekend and left on Thursday, due back on Monday. Got home from work and picking up DS last night, to an extra cold house. Yes, the bloody boiler has packed up! Why does it wait for the coldest weekend this winter? When DP (an effing plumber by trade) isn't here? DP has tried to talk me through trying to get it working (needs more water, but the valve isn't working). Spent all of yesterday evening lying under the boiler trying everything I could to budge the bloody thing. DP offered to come back but we need any extra money we can get due to impending DC so I've told him not to.
DS and I are going to spend the day at a friend's house which will be great but I'm already dreading returning this evening to an even colder house 
. Things can't get any worse can they?