Thursday, March 5, 2015

All's Well That Ends Well


Today is another snow day. I know you're thinking I should be happy to be off and home. And I am...BUT...I'm getting cabin fever! It's one thing to be home and able to go out, but it's another thing to be home since Tuesday afternoon and not able to leave. 

I tutor at the local library on Thursday night, so believe it or not, I was looking forward to getting out for a bit. I spent the day at home with my little girl, but now it was my husband's turn to spend time with her and put her to bed. I needed to leave a few minutes early to allow my car to warm up and to clean the frosty snow off of the windshield. Of course, as soon as I put my jacket on and go to leave, my daughter starts crying for me. "Mama! Mama!" Here come the tears. Sigh. Mom guilt. I blow her a kiss and leave quietly. Downstairs my key fob wasn't unlocking my doors and I got nervous they were frozen. I put my key in the ignition and...nothing. No lights. No sounds. Nothing. Dead battery.

I began to panic. We all do it: we get in the car, it doesn't start, so we continually turn the key in the ignition hoping the engine will turn over or something magical will happen. Well, it didn't. I had to be at the library in 15 minutes! I run back upstairs and tell my husband. We are both mystified since I just had a ton of service done on my car at the end of the summer, including a new battery! Ugh!

I quickly text the father of the boy I'm about to meet and explain the situation. He was so sweet about it and even offered to help if I needed it. I thanked him and knew I had to call Triple A. I go back down to my car to make sure I hadn't left any lights on or a door ajar the last few days. Everything seems as it should be. A million things are running through my mind. It's amazing how much you rely on your car and don't even think twice about it. 

While I'm down at my car, my husband logs onto the computer and puts in a request for a tow truck and jumper cables. By the time I get back upstairs, the request has been sent and it's one less thing off of my plate. I think back to the last time my car died (I know this seems like a pattern, but I swear it's just a fluke!), and how my husband took the reins and contacted Triple A for me. He does these little things for me all the time: contacting Triple A, setting up the coffeemaker so my coffee brews at 5am each morning, setting up my daughter's bedroom at night so I can easily put her to bed, cleaning off my car each time it snows. The list goes on. Even though they are deemed "little things", in my world, they are the big things. 


  1. Now THAT is what REAL, LASTING, POWERFUL LOVE is all about. HONESTLY! It's not what we give or get - but what we DO to make someone's day (life) a little easier that builds a foundation for a lifetime of REAL LASTING LOVE. This guy is a keeper!

    1. He's the BEST! And he'd do it again in a heartbeat. :-)