This Thing Called “Life”

You know, there are days that I just think to myself “Why am I the one doing this?”  Do you ever have days like that?

Seth came in the other night and announced that the driver’s side door would not open in his car, and he was to the point of “climbing over” the console to be able to get in the car to drive.  So not cool!

I send Steve out to look at the door and see if he can “fix” it.  He cannot.  So I take it to the shop to get said door repaired.  They call, door is fixed, $226.00.  Okie Dokie ~ Seth comes and gets me to go get his car.  Repair guy says, your gear shift is messed up, did you know that?  Seth says yeah, it gets stuck sometimes…I turn and look at Seth because this is the first I have heard of this.  Seth says “Steve knows.”  Well alrighty then.  I guess that makes it okay. 

We go from the repair shop to the tire store to get new tires for Seth’s car. Tire guy calls me says, ball joints are shot.  $250 to fix and align.  Hold that thought, I tell him, let me call my husband.  I call Steve, Steve says I can fix that, tell him to just do tires.

I do as I am told.  Tire guy says, okay, car is ready.  Mandy (my friend) takes me down there, drops me off.  I pay for tires, get keys go to car.  Car won’t start.  I try and try, nothing.  Really??  Seriously??  So in all of my femaleness, I decide that it is Steve’s fault that I am sitting in a parking lot surrounded by stacks of tires, unable to get the car started.  If he had fixed the gear shift thingy then I would not be in this predicament.  Then I decide that I am the girl and I should not have to do “man stuff” like car repairs and tires and stuff.  So…now that I am good and “TORE UP” I call Steve.

I throw me a hissy fit.  Can’t get the car started, Mandy is gone, I guess I will have to walk….not my area….I am a girl….don’t do cars….stacks of tires…

you get the drift…

THEN I call Seth.  He is coming back into town and says “you have to ROCK the car?”  Okaaaaay!  WHAT!

So I get out of the car, in my dress and heels, (I do have a job, you know) and start trying to rock the car back and forth.  Doesn’t work!  I start flippin out again and Seth says “Mother I really hate it when you get like this, I will be there in a minute.”

As I am waiting for him, I take a gander around the inside of his car….Dear Heaven!  It should be condemned!  Papers, bottles, cans, Wendy’s sacks, french fries!  I feel another fit coming on….

Seth pulls up, gets out and “rocks” the car and it starts.  He says, do you want to swap cars?  NO!  I am going to the flippin car wash!!  So, I go, but I DO NOT turn off the car.  As I am driving through the car wash, I notice his windshield wipers are just tattered.  I am thinking, he is NOT my child.  He could not be and drive around with the stuff that is INSIDE this car.

I vacuumed out the car, throw away the mats.  Just throw them completely away!  Suck out about the equivalent of 5 large orders of fries from the floorboard!  I am good and worked up at this point!  Things like, “I didn’t raise him to be this messy, and I never did this in my cars, my daddy would had my head on a stick”, are going through my head.

Lucky for my family, I don’t stay mad.

Steve will be doing a few repairs on Seth’s car this weekend…needless to say…

Part II - Seth and I go to Auto Zone…alone…..

Lord Help Us….

Have a GREAT weekend!!