It’s About That Time

Well, it’s been about three years. And in our world, that’s approximately two and a half years overdue. So we shouldn’t have been too surprised. But we were. Surprised. When we all piled into the car at six-thirty for our morning commute and said car didn’t start. At all. We were pretty surprised. To put it mildly.

Wait, wasn’t your car brand new when you bought it? Yep.

That means it’s only three years old. Yep.

Wow. Yep.

Hang on… isn’t it your only car? Hey, good for you! You’ve really been reading this blog. Yes. It is in fact our one and only car.

But, then how… ? How indeed!

Our neighbors down the street were kind enough to try to jumpstart us. Twice. With both their cars, in case that made a difference. It didn’t.

So they were then nice enough to give Lij a lift to school along with their two kiddos and will pick him up this afternoon should our car prove too complicated for modern mechanics.

Our middle two boys got the thrill of their week watching our van get loaded onto the back of a tow truck.

And Alexander is currently at the repair shop. With our car. Getting to use yet another day off for yada yada yada as opposed to an actual vacation. It’s been about three years since he used time off for an actual vacation. And if ever a guy needed a vacation…

I’m still hoping it’s just the battery and the worst that happens is us feeling dumb for calling a tow truck for nothing more than a dead battery. I’m hoping.

I’ll keep ya posted…

Update: It was, in fact, the battery. Expensive tow. Expensive electrical check test. Half a day of work lost. But just the battery. And cheap labor too. In short, we’ve seen worse. Much worse.