In the space of a weekend, one car has some electrical issues going on which has rendered it useless. The other got as screw the size of Texas in the rear tire. Tonight about 10:00 my hubby and I changed a tire together. It was fun to joke about a normally not fun situation. He was headed to work to attempt to get a couple things done for a morning meeting. He parked in the parking garage at work got out and heard hissing sound. He got back into the car and drove home. Thankfully, he was able to get it home before it was completely flat. So the question remains, will it is a fixable tire or do we have to spring for 4 new tires? We were trying to eek about a few more miles on the current ones. Will we also have to buy another car this week or can my hubby get the electrical issue worked out. As he works on the car, I'll get to be the assistant. I am working on a skirt for my daughter, but I don't think I'll get much done on it this week. Sigh...
My daughter said the funniest thing the other day. She said, "Girls are so much more dramatic than boys." In her case, yes. Sometimes, I think my husband is a bit more dramatic than me. My son was pretty dramatic this afternoon. I am training for the Aid Sudan 5K. My husband was heading to the auto parts store. I took the kids to the park to run. My daughter rode her scooter, my son, his glide bike because I just didn't want to deal with the big boy bike while I ran. I wanted to put him in the jog stroller, but he wouldn't agree to it. He didn't want to go to the store with my husband because my run would put him home sooner than my husband's trip. In truth, he really wanted to sit upstairs and play with his tractors and not go anywhere. I won the battle, but not the war. We made it to the park and he is going slower than humanly possible on his bike. I keep shouting encouragement to him, circle back to him and talk to him...no dice. He is not interested. Finally after one lap around the park, he starts crying and whinning. I call my husband in desperation to see if he can rescue me or if the run is just not salvageable. Jason hasn't let our house yet and comes to pick the kids up. My daughter decides that complaining was just contagious and she can stay with me until I finish my run without complaints. So we finish. My son wants to stay, but doesn't. I finish my run and my husband has not left yet with my son. My son finally decides it is ok to leave me and that we'd meet again at home. Lesson learned, the kid is going in the stroller, like it or not. My daughter and I had a great time together. We decided that next time she would ride her bike because I run faster than she can scoot.
I need to finish my Bible study I was working on before the tire change interruption. Then I'll head to bed in time to be woken up again when Jason returns home. At the end of the day, God is still good even through trials. At least we have two cars when one car dies. Yes, God is good. :)
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