Out the door by 8:45 am. Lots. To. Do.
Shop at Walmart. Car won't start. Same car that got a new battery LAST WEEK.
Ask my sister to come jump start my car.
I don't want anyone to park next to me, so I stand there. In the parking lot. It's hot. It's humid. Once I realize I'm sweating inside my bra, I lose all sense of normal thought.
Car jumped, still won't start. Call a tow truck and wait FOR AN HOUR!The fun keeps growing. Amidst our looks of desperation, a darling older man stops to help us. He tells us all about the 4 raccoons he just caught in his yard.
Tow truck man deposits van at the mechanic.
Then, the most horrific event of the day occurs-- I miss my haircut appointment. I know, I know. It's too sad to even write.
Mr. Mechanic calls to tell me I have to take my van to the Honda dealer. Soon.
The girls trickle home off the bus. We ALL load into my sister's car (2 adults, 5 kids).
We escort my van to the dealer. In. rush. hour. traffic.
With. Starving. Fighting. Kids.
Now I'm home. I reflect on the awesomeness of the day. And a tear squeezes out of my right eye. Am I laughing or crying? I think both.
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Both of our cars broke down at the same time a couple weeks ago. We had to borrow an old van with no rear AC from my father in law. After quite a few tries to fix the cars They might finally both be working again. Anyways, I can totally relate.
P.A.I.N.F.U.L!!!!!
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