Not a Good Day

Not a good day, not a good day.
My husband left for Little Rock yesterday evening about 7 PM to see his mother. His brother called and said better be here. She's not doing well.
At 6 AM he called to say he was in a rest stop over an hour east of here with car trouble. I dressed, coffeed, scraped windows, warmed up the car and took off. A day of waiting, good samaritaning(a guy with a dead battery), cleaning my husband's tools, asking more stupid questions, two trips to the parts store many miles away, asking more stupid questions, putting away tools he was using at the time, calling off classes, asking more stupid questions and getting the tools back out I had so dutifully put away left me rushing to the one class I was not able to cancel.
I was supposed to pick Hobbes up from the animal hospital before noon. When I rushed in, I called and told them what happened and that I would be there before they closed. They were nice, but I felt like a bad mommy. Hobbes isn't sure he likes me at all. He was developing nicely; they're gone! Add to that the fact that I couldn't find the cat cage and brought him home in a box - get your act together lady. He did seem happy to see his food dish and tent.
I got two pieces of info right after my class. Louis had trouble with the part, is replacing it, doesn't need my help (hello!), was in the parts parking lot at least and will be home in time to take a shower and leave again.
They've shut down the machines. They weren't doing any good. This is a hard time. It's been a hard day.
The picture was taken a year ago at his sisters house at Christmas.