No Laundry for Gina

So, I haven't done laundry since Winter Break (i.e. January), and I've been getting the laundry together three weekends in a row only to have some urgent thing come up at the last second. Finally, tonight, even though I worked all day, I was going to go to the laundromat and clean myself some clothes, but the second I get home to put everything in the car it starts POURING. So Cj and I are sitting there, waiting for the rain to die down, and there's a huge cacophany on the tin roof of our trailer. We run to the window and look outside and it's HAILING. There's an inch of hail on the roof of our car.

I don't get it. Does God not WANT me to wear clean clothes?