Tuesday, Toddlers, and Tires- A Karma-dy!

Did I mention that I used to like Tuesdays?

"Tuesday! Why hast thou forsaken me? Because I blogged about you? Issues, dude!"

All right, it had been two weeks since John was laid off and a day after he got hired at his new company, so Tuesdays already had a black mark upon them. But this Tuesday, even though it lost to last Tuesday, made a valliant effort to be miserable.

As the work day ended, I looked forward to making the trek home with a hungry Sprite, get her fed, make a casserole for a Pot Luck my job was having the next day, and take on the Nord. I had a full plate.

Tuesday decided I needed more..

I picked Sprite up from school and we made our way home with the rest of the rush hour warriors. Our route has a break in it where the majority of the travelers separate from the rest, thus lifting the congestion and making the ride a little smoother.

When we hit the break, my dash emitted a audible warning. I looked and read that my tire pressure was low. I considered this as I continued on my way, although fate would not have me consider it for long. ("Cue ominous music!") 

Ten seconds after the light came on, I felt the vehicle shake slightly as a burring sound (That's the only way I know to describe it, like someone rolling their "r". Which reminds me, I can not roll my "r"s. John, Spanish being his original language, can roll em with the best of them. So, I think he should roll mine too, saving me the effort and humiliation when people think I'm trying to swallow my own tongue.) as I immediately removed my foot from the gas and shoved it full on into my mouth to stop the fresh stream of curses about to spew out.

I steered the van into a recently abandoned model home parking lot (there are tons of these in my area with empty parking lots to match the increasing amount of empty houses) and got out to check. Yup. There it was. Right rear wheel, flat. Crap.

Sprite was busy watching a DVD while trying to strangle her doll with its own hair (Huh, looks like she'll be a multi-tasker.) and ambivalent to my stress as I grabbed the cell phone and dialed R-E-L-I-E-F (Read: home).

"Hello?"

"John, I've got a flat."

"(Sigh). Where are you?"

I did my best to provide proper landmarks and hung up, waiting for my knight in his silver Honda to drive up and save us as I noticed thunderclouds looming in the distance.

John arrived with his Fix-A-Flat can and we tried to patch the tire. No go. "There's the problem", John said as he looked around the tire. A 2 inch wide razor was embedded into the tread. As the can emptied into the tire, the air came rushing out through the razor wide hole. "We're going to have to change it."

As John set about getting the jack out of the van and the spare tire from under the van, and (smart man, I told you I married a smart man) provided some cookies he had thought to bring along for the now impatient Sprite who wanted food or would start rioting, he mentioned to me in passing, "When you blog about this, tell them that this isn't the first time I've come through for you." O-kay.

This isn't the first time he's come through for me. (If you want more than that, you'll need to ask for it.)

Thunder sounded overhead and fat raindrops began to dot the pavement with the promise of a beat down if we didn't get our butts in gear. I helped John as best I could (mostly standing over him and making sure he knew that if he didn't get this tire on quickly, I would nag him endlessly. I'm not sure if he was trying to beat the rain or shut me up, but it worked.)

Lightning flashed across the sky as we quickly stowed the now defunct original tire and random jacks and nuts (Why was there a spare nut? Is that bad?) and made our way home to save the rest of the evening.

The end. (No, it isn't, but I'm sure I've reached the end of your patience level.)

Oh, yeah, Tuesday? You are officially on notice.

Comments

[Kirsten]

Glad your knight in shining armour was able to come to your rescue with..ummm... fix-a-flat? Ach well.. they all can't bear a gleaming sword atop a white stallion can they..lol

The lightning was terrible by our house yesterday, we were jumping out of our skin with every BANG.

Glad the Queen and fair princess are safe.

Kirst

[Sprite's Keeper]

Kirsten, I totally get you. I hate lightning and am SO afraid of it. In fact, I'm working on a post about it because John thinks my fear is unhealthy. We'll see. I may throw this out to the Internet to get some sympathy my way.

[Wendy]

Lucky for you he came. And he got it fixed before you had to stand in the middle of a hurricane.

Thankfully, I'm pretty mechanically inclined, so I can fix some things myself. Then along came my husband. He doesn't like to me do any kind of "man" job for myself. Now I'm so spoiled I don't think I can fix anything anymore.

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[Sprite's Keeper]

I get ya, Wendy. I'm lucky I'm married to a geek. Otherwise, this site would be without pictures and my laptop would be a paperweight.