I knew you could. :)
And it all started out so well, too.
I had my 5 hour substituting seminar yesterday & all went great. I left the auditorium not only jazzed about teaching but I had my very own APS parking permit to stick in my window.
Baby - I'd arrived!
Got home, called to make an appt. to observe in a middle school classroom this morning, had lunch, puttered, took #1 son with me to Payless after school (#2 son had gone home with a friend), found the most comfortable clogs ever, bought 2 pair, came out to hop in the car & drive home and...
the car wouldn't start. Dead as the proverbial doornail. Time: 3:45 PM
(Here's where that ever present thing called "irony" comes in. I had a feeling for a couple of months that the starter was going out in the Caddy. Not surprising with as many miles as there are on the car. Sooo...3 days ago we had a new one installed by a mechanic buddy of ours....for about $200 less than a garage would charge. Yes - just 3 lousy days ago....)
Called hubby - he came over from work, fiddled with the battery, couldn't get the car to start, fiddled some more with a little jump-start thingy we had in the trunk, still couldn't get it to start, so we loaded everything into his truck, dropped him back at work, arrived 15 minutes late to pick up #2 son, and finally made it home. Time: 5:00 PM
Caddy is still parked front & center at Payless.
Both Hubby & mechanic friend say, "It's the battery." I think it's the starter 'cause the battery going out so soon is just a little *too* coincidental, but am shouted down by all the testosterone floating around. Or perhaps it was just wishful thinking...
Hubby calls & intructs me to run down to Wal-Mart & buy a new battery but also NOT TO FORGET TO BRING THE JUMPER CABLES.
Can you guess why I highlighted that bit about jumper cables?
At 6:15 I leave for Wally-World giving the children firm instructions to finish their homework NOW. I buy the correct battery, picking up Diet Pepsi while I was there, and as I'm walking out to the truck guess what I remembered that I forgot?
All together now - the jumper cables!
I try calling home to tell the kids to find the cables so I don't have to waste time looking when I get there.
The phone is busy. Repeatedly. All the way home.
Oh yeah - it's started to rain now. Really, really hard. So hard that the emergency broadcast system has come over the radio & issued a flash flood warning for Bernalillo Co. My county. Time: 6:50.
My cell phone rings when I'm a block from home: "Mom, is it raining where you are?" Gee - yes it is. #1 son gets grounded from the phone for talking to a friend before homework is finished. It's been a long day...the kids suddenly realize that Mom means business.
I find the cables, make a bathroom stop and am back on the road at 7:00. Hubby calls, "What's your ETA?" I tell him it's raining so hard I can't see the car in front of me so his guess is as good as mine. After narrowly avoiding death & destruction several times I arrive at hubby's work, get soaked walking inside, then must wait another 1/2 hour while he waits on his last customers...who are taking their own sweet time. Sigh. Time we leave: 7:30
We arrive at Payless where - in the pouring rain - the parking lot is almost full. More to the point, there are cars parked on either side of mine making jump starting the battery problematic. Ahem. Bron to the rescue - I go inside & start asking people if they are parked in front & if so, could they please move their car? I look very wet, very pitiful, and vaguely desperate so a poor woman with 3 kids under the age of 6 comes out to move her van for me.
Never underestimate the kindness of strangers.
The battery won't jump start, hubby starts to take the old battery out. It takes 1/2 an hour. Trust me - no one will EVER steal a battery from a Cadillac! They'd bring the police running from the cursing alone.
Can you see where this is going? It's now 8:15 PM and the NEW BATTERY DOESN'T WORK EITHER. Guess what the consensus is? The new starter is bad.
At this point I could say "I told you so" but in the interest of self-preservation, I keep my mouth shut.
By 8:30 Hubby has agreed to call a tow truck. Guess what? We'd cancelled one roadside assistance insurance and gosh, golly - we hadn't signed up with another. There is much wailing & gnashing of teeth. (That would be hubby.) I go home for 1/2 an hour to check on the kids, he calls at 9:15 to say they've loaded up the car & to meet him at Pep Boys. $30 poorer, by 9:40 we are home.
Today we'll spend approx. $350 to get yet ANOTHER new starter installed in the car.
You know what? Even if I DID have a car that ran, I think I'd stay home today.