So, Super Handsome came home Wednesday night from working with the Frenchies. We were down to one car and I had a million things to do. Ok, nowhere near a million, but it sounds impressive!
I had Super Handsome drive, we dropped the boys (all but Boy 2 who was home ill for the second day in a row) off to school and then we headed to his work. We switched places and I headed out to get my list of things done.
First, I headed to the petrol station, the car was low on petrol. I pull in and hit the off button on the car... Here I should tell you that his Renault aka The Tank requires a card to start it, no key. It will not start unless it detects that card. As I turned off the car the car started flashing me “card not detected” messages. I instantly had a growing pit of horror in my stomach. I knew beyond a doubt that Super Handsome had not handed the card off to me a few minutes ago. In an attempt to stay calm, I got out and pumped diesel all the while sending him frantic texts and calling his cell phone. I was not getting any answer. Finally, in desperation as I was in line to pay, I called one of his other co-workers. She promptly answered and handed the phone to him, he was standing right next to her. They hopped in her car and headed down to the station.
I paid and explained the situation to the cashier. The kids seemed not to be bothered. I went and sat in the car and whenever a car pulled up behind me I got out and explained the situation to the driver. They were all very kind to me, thankfully. I had a huge pit of anxiety in my stomach. The station was pretty busy to boot. Finally they showed up and all was right with the world.
I did the few other errands that I had and then went home and spent some time doing misc tasks until school pick up time.
We had a busy evening ahead, Boy 3 and 4 had parent evenings. It is a parent/teacher conference.
Going into the school, there had been a pretty bad accident on the road. It had to have occurred awhile before I went through as the injured were gone and there was just one badly damaged vehicle left. Traffic was moving around it. When we were on our way home, they were recovering that vehicle and because of the narrow lanes, they closed down the road. Since we were on a tight schedule, I routed around. As we were routing around, I drove into a rut and ended up with a flat tire.
I had just had it. I called Super Handsome and started to loose it. The tire would not fill with air as it was actually punctured on the side wall. He could not assist since I had his car. The car did not have a spare on it, but thankfully, I had gotten the emergency break down service on our insurance. So, I put a call into them. I was given an hour wait time. I asked Mrs Innuendo of she could come to me and take the kids home for me. She was kind enough to help.
Super Handsome had a problem on his own. He could not rent a car as his copy of his Indiana license is expired. He has a paper copy that he uses to show that it is still valid, but he did not have that with him as well. So, he was forced to sit and wait the whole thing out.
So, I sat and waited. Thankfully, I had my iPhone, so I was able to keep myself occupied. I called the school to let them know that we were not going to be able to make it to parents evening. I was also able to text Super Handsome and my sister in law to keep me sane. I think that technology is awesome! How cool is it that I can iMessage my sister in law that is in the US? Very cool!
The RAC guy showed up after 6pm and did his work. Since all the tire shops were closed, he towed the car to Oak Lodge and parked it. I was lucky again because the work that had closed my lane all week had just completed. If it hadn’t then I am not sure where I would have had him take the car! After he got the car situated, he took me to the nearby airport so I could rent a car. I headed off to get Super Handsome from work.
I am glad that I thought ahead for dinner. I had put a chicken in the crock pot and their were Brussel Sprouts (that Boy 1 somehow managed to burn?). The kids had already ate so we had a quick dinner, tucked the kids into bed and called it a day.....
I am not sure that I should drive a car anymore, because apparently I can’t get a break.
I had Super Handsome drive, we dropped the boys (all but Boy 2 who was home ill for the second day in a row) off to school and then we headed to his work. We switched places and I headed out to get my list of things done.
First, I headed to the petrol station, the car was low on petrol. I pull in and hit the off button on the car... Here I should tell you that his Renault aka The Tank requires a card to start it, no key. It will not start unless it detects that card. As I turned off the car the car started flashing me “card not detected” messages. I instantly had a growing pit of horror in my stomach. I knew beyond a doubt that Super Handsome had not handed the card off to me a few minutes ago. In an attempt to stay calm, I got out and pumped diesel all the while sending him frantic texts and calling his cell phone. I was not getting any answer. Finally, in desperation as I was in line to pay, I called one of his other co-workers. She promptly answered and handed the phone to him, he was standing right next to her. They hopped in her car and headed down to the station.
I paid and explained the situation to the cashier. The kids seemed not to be bothered. I went and sat in the car and whenever a car pulled up behind me I got out and explained the situation to the driver. They were all very kind to me, thankfully. I had a huge pit of anxiety in my stomach. The station was pretty busy to boot. Finally they showed up and all was right with the world.
I did the few other errands that I had and then went home and spent some time doing misc tasks until school pick up time.
We had a busy evening ahead, Boy 3 and 4 had parent evenings. It is a parent/teacher conference.
Going into the school, there had been a pretty bad accident on the road. It had to have occurred awhile before I went through as the injured were gone and there was just one badly damaged vehicle left. Traffic was moving around it. When we were on our way home, they were recovering that vehicle and because of the narrow lanes, they closed down the road. Since we were on a tight schedule, I routed around. As we were routing around, I drove into a rut and ended up with a flat tire.
I had just had it. I called Super Handsome and started to loose it. The tire would not fill with air as it was actually punctured on the side wall. He could not assist since I had his car. The car did not have a spare on it, but thankfully, I had gotten the emergency break down service on our insurance. So, I put a call into them. I was given an hour wait time. I asked Mrs Innuendo of she could come to me and take the kids home for me. She was kind enough to help.
Super Handsome had a problem on his own. He could not rent a car as his copy of his Indiana license is expired. He has a paper copy that he uses to show that it is still valid, but he did not have that with him as well. So, he was forced to sit and wait the whole thing out.
So, I sat and waited. Thankfully, I had my iPhone, so I was able to keep myself occupied. I called the school to let them know that we were not going to be able to make it to parents evening. I was also able to text Super Handsome and my sister in law to keep me sane. I think that technology is awesome! How cool is it that I can iMessage my sister in law that is in the US? Very cool!
The RAC guy showed up after 6pm and did his work. Since all the tire shops were closed, he towed the car to Oak Lodge and parked it. I was lucky again because the work that had closed my lane all week had just completed. If it hadn’t then I am not sure where I would have had him take the car! After he got the car situated, he took me to the nearby airport so I could rent a car. I headed off to get Super Handsome from work.
I am glad that I thought ahead for dinner. I had put a chicken in the crock pot and their were Brussel Sprouts (that Boy 1 somehow managed to burn?). The kids had already ate so we had a quick dinner, tucked the kids into bed and called it a day.....
I am not sure that I should drive a car anymore, because apparently I can’t get a break.
No comments:
Post a Comment