I got up this morning, and it was your average, normal, every day, kind of day. I had a few errands to run and my last errand I was very excited for because I was going to pick-up the race packet to register for the Vulcan 10K run. On my way to the shoe store that has the race packets I hit a curb and then had a blow out tire. GREAT!
It's alright, I can change a tire, no problem. First I took the stroller out of my car, set it on the ground, got the jack out of my car and started to work that in preparation to change my tire. I am not sure how many f*ckers (yeah, I'll go there) passed by before a nice man stopped to help - he even said, "I could tell you needed to watch your kid because I saw the stroller on the ground". While he was helping my wonderful husband came by, and was very appreciative to have someone stop to help me. Hubby was able to finish changing the tire, and we then find out I have a flat spare tire too. UGH!!!!
I then call the people that I bought my tires from to get a tow, and we'll be able to work it that way. I get the towers on my phone they tell me it will be "about 45 minutes". Okay, whatever, I need the tow, I'll wait on it. Hubby, as wonderful as he is then takes Baby Princess with him, who is sitting in the back seat this whole time, to the place he was working doing an audit. I waited a bit over an hour, the tow guy came and took me and my car to the tire place. Husband picked me up at the tire place and took me and Baby Princess out to lunch. While at lunch we learn that my car will not be ready until 3:30. I am wondering if this is a sign that I shouldn't do the Vulcan Run.
2 comments:
I hate days like that!! I'm so sorry. I hope it gets better.
No, it's not a sign. It's just a bad day. We all have them, but I hope yours gets better.
Run, baby, run!
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