How is it that a morning that started off so well, can go so wrong? I managed to get the kids up, fed, snow shoveled, driveway salted, car scraped and running, back inside and still had 3 happy kids eating breakfast. Got everyone out the door on time, into a cold van? Hmm. That's weird, I thought. After 20 minutes, the heater should have had the van steaming hot...
Ah yes. The van, she is not actually RUNNING, just draining the battery... Lovely.
Ok. Walking to school. Come on guys, warmer mittens and hats for me and Corinne and we're off. Managed to pick up a few neighbor kids that really wanted to walk too, (my good deed, I guess) and still got to school on time.
Back home, through the snow with little Rinny in her sneakers and my good neighbor charged my battery for about 20 minutes... and it still won't start. GAARRRRGGGHHH!!!!
I hate this van. I want a new one, preferrably one that is better on gas and the environment, preferrably in a bright red again so that my kids can find it in a crowded parking lot, mkay? Doesn't it just figure that this happens, AGAIN, when I was headed out to finish shopping for Christmas (oh and for a formal dress that I just found out I needed for next week's company party!). Oh, and that we just paid it off. Typically the time the vehicle dies is the moment it's paid off, right?
Top the morning off with a couple of phone calls from people who haven't received checks that I mailed over a week ago, and it adds up to a pretty bitchy Tracey.
Snowy, bitter cold
Bad time for the van to die.
Stupid freakin van.
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Corinne just came in to make me feel better with some Cookie Crisp. That and her sweet smile. Oh, and now she's singing me Twinkle Twinkle Little Star (with Meow's thrown in every once in a while, just like the AFV video she saw...)
"Dere! You feel so much better, now?"
Yes, I do.
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Sorry about the bummer of a morning you've had, Tracey. You know, I think there is a little clause at the bottom of the bill of sale that states your vehicle will die promptly after said vehicle has been completely paid off. Weird, huh? :) On a brighter note, LOVED your Haiki, too funny! Hope your day continues to get better!
I'm glad the baby made it mostly better. Yes. Murphy's Law is that as soon as the car is paid for it falls apart like a lemon. Good luck!!
Sorry about your van that totally stinks. I am impressed with all you got done in 20 minutes though! Hope things start going better.
Hey, at least I got to enjoy the walk to school in the snow, right? And Corinne was thrilled to wear her new boots this afternoon to get Evan. Oh, and it's not BITTER out, just cold, and we have no Christmas parties this weekend... There's your silver lining, baby.
Oh yuck! I am driving a 7 year old Jetta, that hopefully will last awhile, as I plan to drive it until it dies. And my husband's Blazer was one year from being paid off last, and it needed a new engine (yes, engine) to the tune of $2K, so we had to scrap it and get him another vehicle. I hate cars. If I lived in an area with reliable public transportation, I wouldn't even own one.
Hope your weekend goes much better than today did!
Yes, it's Murphey's Law that a vehicle will die immediately after it's paid off.
Grrr... sorry your day has been so tough, hope the weekend is much better!
What a sweet little girl you have :-)
OH man that stinks! You had to walk them to school? I would have kept them home! haha! I hate the snow, and really hate going out in it.
Some mornings just stink, really.
I feel so badly for you. I agree with flip flop momma, I hate the snow, so we might have enjoyed a snow day at home....You are Wonder Woman!
I really, really like your haiku. :)
BTW, I'm also 31, and I also live in the Chicago Suburbs. :)
And apparently overuse the smiley.
catherine
crappy van.
sweet kid.
Wow, you did get a lot done! Sorry about the van.
At least you've got a sweet little gal there to keep a smile on your face! Sorry about the van... :S
Poor you! Maybe Santa can fix your van for Christmas.....
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