At long last, summer break has arrived in my household. No more mornings of battling to get the kids out of bed or yelling to get them out of the house on time. The homework is done, the projects are complete and the school year is officially over.
To make my days even brighter, I FINALLY got my car back after I was hit by a motorhome that ran a red light. It only took a little over 9 weeks for the repairs to be done on the brand new front end (that’s a freakin story in itself), but it’s done and that’s all that matters.
So it’s Monday morning, the kids are all sleeping in (I myself slept an extra 45 minutes), made myself a protein shake, took the dogs for a walk and I’m all ready to go to the gym. Mom’s perfect morning is under way. I jump into my car, all excited to drive my own vehicle again, turn the key over and… NOTHING. The damn battery is dead.
Talk about draining the life right out of you!
I put my hands over my face and leaned forward so I could just start crying. That doesn’t even go right, I land on the horn and just continue to let it blow. The next thing I know one of my sons is outside banging on the window thinking that I passed out or had a heart attack.
Relieved that I was ok, he opened the door and I stepped out. He saw how upset I was and asked, “Mom, do you need a shoulder to cry on?”
I sure hope summer vacation goes better than Monday morning did!
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