That last yelp
came from me. I was sure they've pushed and hit each other when I
wasn't looking. I grabbed my backpack and coffee and ventured out
the front door first, to make my point. Behind me are my two
"ducklings" following behind to get to the car. Backpacks all go
in the front seat, next to me and the coffee sits in the drink
holder, as I help Christina buckle into her booster seat.
then. Are we ready?
I turn the key
in the ignition and shove it into reverse. Putt, putt, purrr,
plop. Well crap. I try it again. Putt, putt,
purrrrrrrrr…… plop. Instead of putting it back in park, I
put it into neutral. Putt, putt, purrrrrrrrrr……vroom,
My car has been
acting like crap the past few days and I have an appointment on
Monday to get it checked out. I just need the car to get me
through today, and possibly the weekend.
vrooommmmm, plop! This time I don't think
well crap. Instead, I say out loud,
I'm at the stop
sign to turn onto a major highway. The speed limit is 45 mph.
Come on, little gal. Get us through today.
Ahhh, now that
sounds better! Yes! I turn right onto the highway and feel better
about my car and about my day. Stepping on the pedal, I notice
I'm only going 20 mph and not going any bit faster. And there's a
car coming up behind me. I'm sure he's going at least ten over
the speed limit. Nearing the bumper of my car, he slows down and
honks at me. I wave with a smile on my face. Okay, it's a fake
smile, but it's better than what I was thinking of doing.
later, the car has slowed to a total of 10 mph and I've only
traveled a mile. If I could only get to the next block I can pull
into the gas station there. Putt-putting into the gas station, I
put it into park and open my phone.
A very sleepy
hello answers his phone.
I'm down at the A-gas station and can't
get….I start to cry….the car
won't go. I can't get it going.
babe. I'll come and get you guys to school and stuff.
Hanging up the
phone, I turn to the girls. Hey, who's hungry?