James is gone for 6 weeks to Texas for an EMT training. Yes, 6 weeks of me taking care of all things Erb related in El Centro. Really, that should not be too much of a big deal. Now, don't get me wrong, it is a lot of work (lol) but not really anything I can't handle. Just the normal. Take kids to school, pick up kids from school, help kids do homework, take kids to gymnastics and scouts, pick them up from gymnastics and scouts, make sure kids are clean and fed, do laundry, dishes, shopping, cooking, clean the house, take care of the dog, do my church callings...just to name a few. Nothing too crazy, right? Well, that is what I thought until one day as I was driving the twins to school. I was driving James' car and it seemed to be pulling a lot to the left and I thought 'James needs to get his alignment fixed'. I finished driving the kids to school and drove home. As I was getting ready to turn on my street I thought 'what is that funny noise? Oh, I hope I don't have a flat tire.' I finished driving home and pulled and and low and behold, a stinking flat tire! (turns out it was flat as I was thinking that James needed to fix his car, I just didn't know it) I looked at that stupid flat and wondered what I was going to do. James wasn't there to fix it and my dad and brothers were 12 hours away. None of them would be much help. Now, my dad did teach me how to change a tire once, but really, that is man's work, and last time I checked I was not a man. I called James and complained and wondered what to do. He quickly counseled me to go and ask our friend Adam to help me out. Now, while we are living here with no family in sight Adam, Yvette and their kids have become part of our family so I knew that he would not have a problem. He came down to take a look at it and told me that I would probably have to replace it (because I drove forever on it...although the rim was just fine). He took it off and put it in my car and I took it over to Costco. Turns out you have to know the make, model and year of the car to have the right amount of air put in. I only knew the make. It's not mine car but James'! Anyway, we got it all fixed but Adam had not been able to put it on yet and it was sitting in my car (I do know the make, year and model of it). Flash forward to a few days later. I was getting ready to take the twins to a birthday party. We climbed in to my car and of course, it would not start! Luckily the party was not too far away, so we walked there. As Kylee and I were walking back we ran into another neighbor who heard me muttering about my car. She told me that her husband was excellent with cars and he could take a look at it before they took of to San Diego. So, Cain helped me push it out so he could jump start it and look at the battery. It was totally corroded. He helped clean it off and fill it up with water and told me that after running for about 5 minutes it would be fine. I put a battery charger on it and let it sit for a couple of hours. I then went out to get the girls while Adam put the tire on James' car. Do you think my car would start? No!!!!! I had to borrow Adam's car to go and get the twins and drop all four of my kids off at another friends house. By the time I got back Adam had James' car fixed and came over to look at mine. My poor battery was sooooo dead. He gave me a jump and I took the car over to get a new battery (and as it turns out some kind of belt for something on under the hood). Really, what kind of luck is this?! James leaves and all of a sudden I am having difficulties with my cars! It is a good thing that Adam and Cain were there or I am not sure what I would have done. Keep your fingers crossed that nothing else happens in the next four weeks!
The first culprit. James' car. I now know all the info on it!
My poor car!
