You can’t make this stuff up, people. Here is how my might went.
Background information: We only have one car. I drive my husband to work and pick him up each day so I can get to work in this one car. Not really important, but part of the details, he had to be there at 5 am today and yesterday which meant we were up at 3:30 am getting ready for our day.
After finding out this morning that my ex was out of town and wasn’t going to be able to get my son to hockey, I go into super logistics manager mode and figure out Plan B. Plan B included leaving work, picking up the kids, dropping them at the rink in downtown Nashville half an hour or more away, then going to pick up my husband on the other side of downtown, then going all the way back to the burbs to get my little one at after school care. All by 6 pm.
What really happened: Plan B went well to a point. That paint was shortly after dropping the kids off at the rink. On the way to get Jason, I was singing along to The Beatles. I noticed after a little bit that they were not singing along with me anymore. My radio was off. Oh crap! Now I need a new radio! I thought pushing the power button repeatedly. Then I notice the battery light flashing erratically. Then, the air bag light comes on. I call Jason and let him know that something electrically weird is going on. As I am telling him that I’m not getting on the interstate ramp and opted instead to go through downtown, the steering locks up and can just dies. I manage to coast up onto a sidewalk out of rush hour traffic. The side walk, sadly, is at the top of an overpass. Yep. A bridge. I had to stop. Cross traffic insisted on it. As I stopped, I looked up and noticed the car repair shop on the other side of the street. If cross traffic had not insisted, I could have coasted there.
So, I call Mom, who was on her way to meet us at the rink with Cam’s hockey gear. She meets me and calls AAA. And we wait at the repair shop who says they can’t actually fix my car tonight anyway.
But then there’s Jason and Bethany. Jason, who has by this point been at work for 13 hours, is still waiting to be picked up.
And Bethany is in the burbs wondering where we are. Everyone I know is now in Nashville. I need someone in Franklin to get her. My option: my ex-in-laws. Bethany is not their grandchild which makes it an odd thing to ask them to do. Thankfully, they can get her, but they are not on the approved people list. Great. Fix that.
Finally, the tow truck and some nice officers show up. As we are walking across the street to meet them, my flashers go out. That was the end of what juice the battery had. Which meant that my keyless door lock doesn’t open. Being sleep deprived I have a flash of a broken window to boot until Officer Rookie reminds me that I do in fact have an actual key. So, I go all Old School and open it that way.
the car won’t go in neutral so the driver drags it and it’s protesting tires up on to the truck and away we go. First to the repair shop where Mom parked 30 yards away. Then he hauled it to the repair shop on our side of town.
I broke down at 4:30. I walked in my door at 9:15. So many near misses of things that could have been horribly worse. So, since we pull up to the gas station to pick up some cigarettes for Jason, and I nearly missed the cut off time for lottery tickets, I purchased one. Maybe that $1 will be the end my night deserved.
Or, if you think like Jason, we will miss each number by one.