Finally I crawled out of bed as Graham left for work. Slow as a turtle I moseyed around finding clothes, brushing my teeth and fulfilling all daily rituals. As I glanced at the clock I decided I better head on to the car. My sweet Tallulah, the blue beetle, was off in a race against time. Typically, the interstate was clogged up ( I detest having to drive on it when I have to be at work by 9, it is cleared up by 10).
Speedily as I could I jetted along my path, realizing being late was a good possibility. About a mile from my workplace I received a frantic call from the lady I work for who was having to delay a meeting so I could be there to watch her child. Tallulah should be thankful both her and I made it there in one piece after that. I pulled up, literally ran to the door to greet her mother and grabbed up the child; we were off on our own little adventure. My work day went well after that. I played and cleaned to the best of my abilities to compensate for my tardy.
My work day actually went pretty great despite my earlier flub. About 15 minutes before I was to leave I had an experience. Seriously anyone with a queasy stomach mine as well quit reading here, as in by the end of this sentence, though I will try not to be explicit. So after lunch we had storytime, where the baby sits in my lap and I use a delightful (giggle) falsetto voice to tell each story. As I was about to wrap it up I noticed the baby was gassy... Kind of awkward, though normal. A few minutes later I glanced down to see the most pathetic, somewhat revolting sight... Diarrhea. Yep, the baby hadn't agreed with her broccoli apparently. It was all on the bottom of my shirt but mostly ALL over the baby. Now let's talk about a phase of depression hitting you real quick like- that'll do the trick. After a long cleanup process I finally got everything situated. Emphasis on the loooong. Anyways that was complete and her mother was home- which means I get to go home too! By this point, let's be honest, I deserved to go home, take a relaxing shower and wait for my beautiful husband to console me.
So I entered my car which was stifling hot! My phone screen immediately fogged up due to the heat. Beyond ready to go home I crunk the car... Then it died. Now, let me briefly explain, my car is 12 years-old. This is not out of the ordinary for it to die then start on the second try. So, with a prayer in my heart, I went for it. No success. Not one ounce. That's when I realized... It has the same symptoms of the past three times I have had car trouble: the car will crank yet won't drive, Daddy insists is because I get "bad gas" which messes it up. With beads of perspiration on my lip, forehead and chest I began frantically calling my parents' house. I knew that I needed to identify the problem before calling the mechanic to see if they could work on it. After ten minutes or so Daddy finally picked up and was infuriated, yet again, that I had moved to Jacksonville beyond his help (he just really loves me y'all). So he advised that I immediately get a ride home, ask around for a mechanic, explain that my fuel pump was the problem and move back home to Douglas
. In the meantime I was in a predicament trying to see how I could get home. Graham, recently hired at Bank of America, didn't have his cell phone on where I could call him and wouldn't be off for another hour. He wasn't able to pick up my calls or answer my texts. My only other option was my mother-in-law Camille who I knew would come but lived nearly 40 minutes away on the other side of town. But as I explained my situation to Camille, she graciously stopped what she was doing to come to the other side of town to pick me up (thank you so much Camille, you are a lifesaver!) Then I had to figure out what to do with my vehicle. Could I leave it in the driveway of my boss' house? Probably so but I really didn't want to inconvenience them. Time was ticking, nearly 4:30 and most places were closing by 5. Siri, my iPhone voice activated princess, came to my rescue with nearby mechanics. After a few calls I became discouraged because no one likes to work with Volkswagens and couldn't help. Finally one mechanic recommended another who might be of help. Thankfully this final place was able to help, he even called his boss to ask for special permission to pick up my car after hours. I thanked him repeatedly for his kindness.
Monday we were home by 8 o'clock. I had absolutely zero plans to do anything that required moving more than twenty feet. I laid out on the couch and finished some homework up! My babyboy Graham played his new Xbox 360 I bought him for the next three hours. Twas wonderful to relax after stressing all day... I am so thankful there are always rainbows after rain ;)
I just felt so happy to see this note that Siri misinterpreted! Pretty cute, huh :)
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