All I wanted to do was get out of the house and go to Kmart. It is very very cold here so I went out to start the van at like 8:40am . . . . .scraped ice off the windshield with the broom handle, and got the kids in the van. I noticed that my light was on in the van telling me I was on “empty”. . already I’m nervous, I HATE having that little light on. Then, when I put the van in drive this alarming buzzing sound went off. It was happening because the automatic side door wasn’t exactly shut. . .so I pushed “open. . shut” “open. . .shut” over and over, got out, pushed on the door, it wouldn’t really budge, it was frozen I think. . .finally, the buzzing stopped. At this point I’m wondering why I’m going to all the effort. Then, I couldn’t drive out of the driveway because of the icy snow under the tires. . for a split second I “peeled a little rubber” spinning the tires on ice. . I finally got the van turned around inch by inch and then backed out. A feeling of dread was upon me, but I kept going. . praying my way to the gas station with my gloves gripping the steering wheel tightly. I got there and then the little gas door would not open. Another heart palpitation. . .finally I grabbed the keys from the van and propped it open with them. . .pumped my gas (over fifty dollars worth!!) and got on my way.
Just miles down the road, over the sound of the kids’ music tape singing loudly about “why I love my mommy”, I start hearing this incredible noise. . .at first I’m thinking, “hmmm, van must be cold and upset from sitting in the driveway for days. . .” The noise didn’t stop and I started really getting alarmed so I pulled off the road and up into a driveway to a *cemetery* (of all places!), got out and realized I had a
FLAT TIRE
which has never happened to me before in my life. I had to call my friend Caroline to come rescue me, which she did, graciously, and still in her pajamas. It was such an surreal moment to be driving right on through the cemetery with her at like 9:30 in the morning.
We got back home, safe and sound. Aren’t you glad I didn’t get the flat tire while I was on the highway? I am! Caroline came in for coffee and we had a nice chat while our kids played, anyway.
I took a picture of the flat tire with my cell phone:
Rich called and had the van taken to a garage for new tires.
On a side note, guess who just came in my room and got in my lap? Guess whose soft, cool little cheek I just kissed 6 times in a row? Guess who has Percy the train in his little paw? Yes, it’s my small son Caleb, just awake from his nap, still with yawns and sleepy eyes. Caleb did something so dear today. When Caroline came to the *cemetery* to pick me up, I got out and started loading the kids in her van. When it was Caleb’s turn he got a little weepy and said to me, “I want. YOU” “I want. You” Oh, he was so precious, and I told him, “Mommy’s not leaving you! I’m coming, too.” He didn’t quite believe it until I got in and the doors were all shut. Then he smiled.
It’s nice to be needed. But, even nicer to be WANTED.
(after I typed all this we took a picture)
PS, I just did “spell check” and do you know, that “hmmm” is spelled wrong? And, at the top of the list for suggestions, is “MOM”? Interesting.








































































