I know I don’t post as much as my wife does, she is the better writer of the two of us.
But I thought I’d take a moment to share about the day that ended on the playground.
This day included getting rescued twice, nearly losing my daughter, and buying a new car battery.
It’s started off like any other Sunday. I took Salina to work – we have only one car. I then picked up the kids from grandma and grandpa’s. We stayed there for an hour and a half and I talked about the upcoming move. Talked about how stressed we were with all the many details that we have going. We talked about changing work schedules and getting health insurance covered. The kids after all this adult talking wanted to go play at local playground. We went. We played. The park is pretty big. Big enough that at one point my daughter was on one side and my son was on the other. Neither of them wanted to play with the other. And then I didn’t see her. Patrick and I searched for a good 30 seconds but it felt like much longer. We called her name and then we saw her. Sitting on a merry-go-round. Communing with a flock of other children. That’s when I lost her. And fortunately found her pretty quickly. One rescue down.
We joined my wife for lunch, because at this point she had worked half of her shift.
After her shift we had ice cream. Because the kids had been behaved pretty well and for them had eaten a decent lunch. What I had forgotten is that just from prior to meeting my wife, my daughter was sleeping in the car and my son was pretending to drive the car as we were parked. He had turned on everything.
When we got back to the car two hours after eating it was dead.
This is not the first time the car had died. It was dying now somewhat regularly every month or two. We had jumper cables in the car and I waited for some kind patient wonderful human being to help us out. The other day this it happened and within five minutes I was back on the road I didn’t think it would be a problem. But, we were in an upscale outdoor shopping center. No one in their BMWs or Lexuses or Teslas could be bothered to give us a jump. I called mall security and they brought out a tiny little battery jumper. That didn’t work. Finally, I went back in to my wife’s work and asked for help from her. A coworker of hers helped us get a car jump. Our second rescue of the day.
We drove to the nearest car parts store – we’re helped by a kind gentleman who changed our battery out for a new one. We retreated back to the same upscale shopping center where my wife works. Bought a custom personal 12 inch pizza. Another day is done and we’re playing and a small playground near where my wife works. This day has not gone anywhere near what I had expected. And I suppose this is just one of many unexpected days to come.