I'm not one of those people who makes it look easy...

It's been one of those weeks. Not an unhappy week, it's just, well, things happen to me. It's always been like that... usually, the stories involve ridiculous things that happen to my vehicle. This week, it's allover the map.


Let me begin by saying that this weekend, our procrastination with car maintenance got kicked in the face. My car died in the middle of the road, and it scared me. I was perpendicular to the yellow lines in the middle of the road just after a huge curve in the middle of nowhere. Thankfully, the Lord turned my car back on. It was dead, and I praaayed. I continued to my destination, but I took it as a big hint that I need to get that annoying car problem addressed. 


Monday: I took the car to the dealership, ran around town in a fabulous-new-car-smell courtesy vehicle from Acura, and then took the kids to the big McDonalds... After the nuggets and such, the kids ran to climb the playgym, and Beckham gets in the top and has a panic attack. Jane Bradley begs him to let her help, but he just wails at the top of his lungs... 


I am not kidding when I say that an employee from McDonalds had to come climb through three levels of twists and crawls to get to the tip top and carry him out because I am too pregnant to get through that thing. Man. I could not get back into that car fast enough.... Dear lady at McD's, you went above and beyond and under and through (literally) for me today. You are a gem. Thank you! ( I told her that, too, by the way).


Tuesday: After receiving a call from the dealership that they would accept no less than my firstborn child as payment for their service on my vehicle, I loaded up the kids to take them to school, kindly return their addictive-new-smell car to them, and say that I will be gladly accepting my still-mysteriously-noisy car back and taking it somewhere else - maybe they will only charge me an appendage or two... Well, as I back up to put mail in my own mailbox, I neglect to notice the existence of my neighbor's mailbox. The loaner's back door, however, did notice, and I quickly become the terrible woman driver who backed into her neighbor's mailbox in the loaner car. It was an expensive mistake... Ugh.


Thankfully, the nights end well, and all of these just become funny stories. Everyone should wrap their kids in towel burritos at the end of the day.