It was a Wednesday, much like today. Two weeks ago today, in fact. It was Joshua’s first full day of summer break, and we were headed to the crazy pool to celebrate. We had my niece Murrin, who is 13, with us, so that she could help me with the kids, because as I have mentioned, the pool is CRAZY.
But anyhoo, it was REALLY hot. And my new van wasn’t shifting right. It’s an automatic transmission, and it was having a lot of trouble shifting. This wasn’t too surprising, because it had been giving me a wee bit of trouble previously, but my hubby the mechanic did a transmission flush and ran some conditioner through it or some crap like that, and it had been a bit better. (Though not totally.)
We went to the pool, Murrin was a huge help, we went home, and then we took Murrin home. She lives about 20 minutes away, and the van actually ran a bit better on the way to her house.
But on the way home? It hardly ran at all. I barely made it. I had to put my flashers on a couple times. Every time I hit a stoplight, I was afraid it wouldn’t go again when the light turned green. The last block to my house, the transmission was making both a really loud revving “I won’t shift” noise and a terrible high-pitched squeal. AND it smelled AWFUL.
Did I mention this was the FIRST DAY of summer break? And I had been dying to get a van before summer break? And was so excited that I got it 8 weeks before? Plenty of time!
Oh, the irony. (Makes me want to slit my wrists.)
Luckily, we still had my old car, so I was able to get the kids to meet my mother-in-law for dinner before Sophie’s gymnastics class. Bobby met us also, and was going to drive his mom and the boys over to watch Sophie – she and I planned to leave a few minutes early while they finished up dinner.
So, Sophie and I headed out to get in my old car. Which I had just driven there.
Which WOULD NOT EVEN TURN OVER when I put the key in.
Clearly, I am the problem. I killed two cars in one day! One that we’d only had for 8 weeks and one that I’d happily driven for 8 years.
It’s a good thing I’m married to a mechanic! Maybe not so good for him, though!
The problem with my old car was merely the battery, sadly my van needs a new transmission – which is on order. I’ve been hauling the kids around in Bobby’s station wagon for our two weeks of summer, and I haven’t killed it yet! We’ll see what I can accomplish before I get my van back next week. Watch out, Camry Station Wagon! I’m a KILLA!
I know how you feel. My husband is a mechanic too. God bless him. I don’t know what we would do if he wasn’t. We got a station wagon last year for me because we were expecting our third. His mother drove it for a few months and the transmission went out in it. It took awhile to find one we could afford and I’m just glad it is working.
I love having a mechanic husband. That would have cost a lot more for us if he wasn’t. I tend to kill cars too.
EEk…hope things go better!
Just another reason Bobby was a good choice for a “life partner”.
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