Hug Twice

Last night, about two miles from home, my car broke down.

I wasn’t driving it though, my husband was. The right brake light had stopped working and he had brought it in for service that morning on his way to work. It turned out that the lights were a recall issue of some sort, so he had to bring it to a Saturn dealer, which he scheduled for tomorrow (now today).

And last night, while he was driving home from work, the car died. Which I am sure is unrelated to the recall on the brake light, but unfortunate anyway.

Well, he called me and after some discussion and me calling the Saturn dealer and a tow truck, I said I’d go get the extra car seats, install them in his car, and come get him. I was too lazy to take the car seats we normally use out of my car that morning and we don’t keep the extra carseats installed in his car since we never use it for family activities. Not taking our carseats out of my car before he took my car in that morning, just in case, was my mistake. His mistake is that the extra seats are stored in the shed, which has one key, and for some reason, he had the key in his pocket instead of it hanging in the garage like it normally is. So, I couldn’t get the carseats, so I couldn’t come get him. Theoretically he could walk home, except it was currently 11 degrees out and dropping. So, not really.

He walked over to the local gas station a block away and bought a hat. And then we argued on the phone for a while, and we both said some crazy things. Mine involved him walking home. His involved me leaving the kids and coming to get him. Neither was actually happening, and we both knew that. Stress stinks.

Eventually, after he told me he was going to die from the cold, I called him a cab. Which picked him up at the gas station.

Not looking forward to seeing the bill for the tow or the car. Oh well. Sigh.

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I don’t ask for much, I think. Just a wee bit of forethought when deviating from the normal routine is really all I ask. I’m sure Matt would disagree if he were to weigh in on this but I honestly don’t think I ask for much. Just simple consideration.

The worst time to find out that the wipes container is empty is when you’ve opened up a diaper that exploded through two layers of clothing and it is all you can do to keep your daughter from rolling away from you covered in poop. Seriously. Refill the wipes container if you happen to empty it. And if you’re not going to refill it, don’t move the new box of wipes from where it been all week to a new and random location so I have to hunt for it carrying a giggling child covered in excrement who thinks this new game is the best game ever. But don’t worry… revenge is sweet.

And I would like to add that the worst time to find out that your spouse didn’t bring in the empty garbage bin from the driveway is when you hit it with your car. It gets dark early, and I know it is cold out and you don’t like being out in the cold, but better you when you get home from work than me with two kids in tow. Or at least tell me you didn’t do it so I can do it when I leave for taekwondo class that evening. Since there is no streetlight right near our house, the brown container blends into the dark street and… bam! when I pulled out of the driveway. Lucky for all of us neither the car or the bin was damaged.

Just simple consideration. Really, that is all I ask.

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