Worst birthday ever

I turn 22 today.

My dad died a month ago, and my birthday was one of the few days a year I knew he'd call. It's hitting hard, realizing I'll never get another birthday call from him or hear his voice again.

The hurricane and evacuating made it so that we have no money, so we were already stressing about bills. And now someone stole my banking information and used it to rack up $500 worth of Uber rides around the state of California in the past 24 hours. So I have literally $20 in cash to make it the next 2 weeks until the bank can dispute the charges, get me a new debit card, and pay my money back to me.

My house is a wreck, so instead of relaxing I'm cleaning because my husband couldn't bother to even change the laundry out yesterday. And I have to go to work in an hour to finish off the day. When I get off, it will be midnight, and it'll be over I guess.

Happy birthday to me 😒