Yet Another Night from Hell!!

I have decided to put the pre-teen on a bigger and on the ground bed. He currently sleeps on a loft bed. Yet lately I have seen him sleep anywhere but his bed. So we cleaned up his room, took pictures and listed his furniture for sale. Then I saw a good deal on a dresser. On my way to pick up the dresser I realized I had to feed my kids first. Then I had company and I'm wishing they would hurry up so I could leave. Finally I'm leaving with the little big boy whaling cause he wants to go but can't go because I don't have the car seat in the HMIC's truck and I'm not about to move it. Realized the truck really needed gas only a few miles till empty. It took three gas stations to find diesel. By now my getting upset since it's already 8:30. Some guy tells me I really need air in my tire. So I try to put air. That takes me about an hour. Yes I said an hour or more. I've never had to put air in the tires that's what I have the HMIC for. So there I am trying to put air and no air is going in. I buy an air pressure thingy and it's still not showing that I put anything in. Finally I give up and put gas. Luckily some guy in a big truck puts gas next to me. So I asked him if it still looked like it needed air. He said," yes lots". So I go back to put more air. He came over to give me a hand and told me the hose wasn't going to work with my truck. So it would be impossible to get any air in. No wonder I never got any air in the tire. Didn't anyone of the 50 guys I saw thought to come and see if I needed help. Of course not, then the teenager says "if you were skinnier and dressed differently I bet someone would've helped you out". Really I didn't see him trying to help either. So the tired, no having time to get dressed let alone fix your hair, fluffy mom gets no sympathy from anyone. Then I leave for yet another gas station to put air. During this time I had the teenager email the HMIC to call me. Knowing he would be at work by then. Of course he calls and asks whats going on. Then I let him have it, I hate your truck, why did you leave it with a messed up tire and so on and so on. So I try to put air again while he's on the phone telling me "why do I hear air coming out". I'm yelling "I have no idea". Then he's yelling at me telling me he can't believe I don't know how to put air in the tire. By now I'm really pissed off, I'm sweating, I still haven't gone for the dresser and the teenager is just sitting in the truck. He finally gets off and the HMIC says "have him do it". The teenager says is it like putting air in my bike the HMIC says yes. Guess what happens next? You guessed it the teenager puts air in the tires. I asked him why didn't he ever get out to try to help while I was yelling. His response was it was funnier watching you from inside the truck. Then the HMIC says I have to get back to work and hangs up. I started laughing wondering what everyone there was thinking about when he was calling home because his wife can't put air in the tire. Later I received an email saying" How does the wife of a bad a** mechanic not know how to put air in a tire?". To which I replied "that's why she doesn't know how". Finally I arrived to my destination. The dresser was upstairs and heavy. The staircase was as tight as, well I'll just leave it at that it was tight. We managed to get it to the truck and bring it home. Where it still waits 2 days later in the truck. Hopefully I can get to it this week. All of this for this dresser and now I'm thinking of just swapping the boys rooms around.