"You guys sure don't do anything the easy way." I'm proud to say we don't even try; it just comes naturally.
Yeah, for reals. This is my life!
Somedays, it is all normal and good. Other days I have to wonder if I am an alien from another planet. The last couple of days have been manic. Sunday night, Super Handsome went to France. Monday was a fantastic day. Lovely, quiet.... I did Pilates with the girls and even managed to get the dog out for a 2.5 miles walk.
Tuesday we had a hiccup. My car died when I was trying to leave the school. I parked it and called my mobile mechanic to come and take a look. I managed to grab a ride home from Mrs Innuendo, so I could use Super Handsomes’ car.
Mobile Mechanic checked the car over and said he couldn’t find anything wrong with it, except for the fact that the engine was so horrendously loud and he was very concerned.
Kid 3 was having difficulties with the Easter bazar. Everyone kept telling me that there was no reason to be stressed or panic. Yet, Kid 3 did not have a plan about what he was going to do. The teacher thought he had a plan, and told him he had a plan and he really did not have a plan. Enter email from Little Miss Champagne about how her said son had been planning his stuff out all week! Prompting me to feel immediately sick to my stomach. There was no plan, we had no candy and I was starting to feel like a nut job. I asked the school for help and they mirrored back that I was being a nut job. But remember.... there was NO PLAN and other kids have been planning this for a WEEK! EEK!
So, after a talk with Kid 3’s teacher and then Kid 3, we got it semi under control and forged ahead with a plan. In the morning as we were getting ready, I asked him "the plan". He gave me a total different plan than what the teacher informed me was “the plan”, so after a quick correction and regrouping, the kids were off to school.
Fast forward to getting my car. Little Miss Champagne kindly dropped me to my car after our morning Pilates. Drum roll... the car would not start. Mobile Mechanic makes a quick stop over and gets car to start! Yeah! But advises me to dump said car quickly, as we are screaming loudly at each other over the din of the engine. He says that those noises are indicative that there is a big problem and hints that it is probably going to cost more to fix then the car is worth. I nod my head vigorously over the din of the motor and jump in the car, hoping to God that I can make it home without an issue.
Guess who made it almost home??? Ok, I’ll tell you. ME! It died in a place that I was able to get it off the road. So, I parked it and locked it. Then I did a short walk to a nearby garage. Let me mention that it was cold (close to freezing) and I had left the house in Yoga clothes and a light coat. Thankfully the walk was short!
They pulled the car in and opened the bonnet. That was followed by some examination time, wild gestures, and serious looks. Then several attempts were made to start the car, more time was spent under the bonnet and more discussion was had. Then the car was pushed to the side and the man that I had spoke with walked my way.
Your car is beyond economical repair. It needs to be scrapped.
Yeah, for reals. This is my life!
Somedays, it is all normal and good. Other days I have to wonder if I am an alien from another planet. The last couple of days have been manic. Sunday night, Super Handsome went to France. Monday was a fantastic day. Lovely, quiet.... I did Pilates with the girls and even managed to get the dog out for a 2.5 miles walk.
Tuesday we had a hiccup. My car died when I was trying to leave the school. I parked it and called my mobile mechanic to come and take a look. I managed to grab a ride home from Mrs Innuendo, so I could use Super Handsomes’ car.
Mobile Mechanic checked the car over and said he couldn’t find anything wrong with it, except for the fact that the engine was so horrendously loud and he was very concerned.
Kid 3 was having difficulties with the Easter bazar. Everyone kept telling me that there was no reason to be stressed or panic. Yet, Kid 3 did not have a plan about what he was going to do. The teacher thought he had a plan, and told him he had a plan and he really did not have a plan. Enter email from Little Miss Champagne about how her said son had been planning his stuff out all week! Prompting me to feel immediately sick to my stomach. There was no plan, we had no candy and I was starting to feel like a nut job. I asked the school for help and they mirrored back that I was being a nut job. But remember.... there was NO PLAN and other kids have been planning this for a WEEK! EEK!
So, after a talk with Kid 3’s teacher and then Kid 3, we got it semi under control and forged ahead with a plan. In the morning as we were getting ready, I asked him "the plan". He gave me a total different plan than what the teacher informed me was “the plan”, so after a quick correction and regrouping, the kids were off to school.
Fast forward to getting my car. Little Miss Champagne kindly dropped me to my car after our morning Pilates. Drum roll... the car would not start. Mobile Mechanic makes a quick stop over and gets car to start! Yeah! But advises me to dump said car quickly, as we are screaming loudly at each other over the din of the engine. He says that those noises are indicative that there is a big problem and hints that it is probably going to cost more to fix then the car is worth. I nod my head vigorously over the din of the motor and jump in the car, hoping to God that I can make it home without an issue.
Guess who made it almost home??? Ok, I’ll tell you. ME! It died in a place that I was able to get it off the road. So, I parked it and locked it. Then I did a short walk to a nearby garage. Let me mention that it was cold (close to freezing) and I had left the house in Yoga clothes and a light coat. Thankfully the walk was short!
They pulled the car in and opened the bonnet. That was followed by some examination time, wild gestures, and serious looks. Then several attempts were made to start the car, more time was spent under the bonnet and more discussion was had. Then the car was pushed to the side and the man that I had spoke with walked my way.
Your car is beyond economical repair. It needs to be scrapped.
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