Ok, so not really.
Lots of sarcasm intended in the title of my post today. Marshall did take the day off work but not to do lots of fun things. It all started last night with a super busy shift in the ER. It was my first day on my own and of course we had a HUGE rush. I was more than exhausted when I started heading home at 4 am. At around 90th south, (just south of Salt Lake,) the focus started going nuts. It has been having a few electrical problems, but nothing we thought too much of. The speedometer was going back and forth from 140 to 0, and the car shut off and then started again. I was more than panicking as I was on I-15. Even though it was just after 4 in the morning, there was still some traffic. I was in the left lane so I tried to get over to the left shoulder. Feeling TONS of anxiety and very disoriented, I wasn't sure if I was out of the toll lane. My emergency lights weren't working and the car wouldn't start. I called 911 and they told me to buckle up just in case a car hit me from behind. Ok...thanks, I'll brace myself for it? Are you kidding me??? Like that didn't make me panic any more. The dispatcher also told me she would send an officer. I sat there, freaking out, not sure what to do, and hating the fact that we have a black car that wasn't easy to see as it was still dark. I called Marshall and started bawling on the phone. I was more than an emotional wreck. Woman hormones and lack of sleep don't mix. He wasn't sure what to do since we took our Blazer in a few days ago to get a few things fixed and all we had was the truck. He ended up deciding to get the boys out of bed and we would all try to squeeze in our 3 person truck.
The officer finally showed up and I lost it even more.
He comes up to the window and says,
"Snort......sob....snort.....sob.....my car won't start....snort."
Have you ever cried so hard that you can't talk and when you breathe in it ends up just being a big snort? Me, right there. He couldn't understand me and told me to calm down. Of course that made me cry and snort harder. I'm sure I was quite the sight.
I went and sat in the back of his patrol car while we waited for the tow truck to come. We then went to meet Marshall.
After a few hours of sleep this morning, a neighbor agreed to watch the boys while we went to pick up the blazer and get the car out of the tow yard. Of course the tow man wanted $200 in cash, (So much for working last night.) and come to find out our insurance only covers $50 of that. Whoop de doo. It looks like the battery is really corroded and ate through some of the wires. Super frustrating considering we paid $400 for a tune up a few weeks ago and the place that did it said nothing about our battery, just cleaned it. More like they probably poured a bottle of coke on it and charged us $40 to do it.
So we spent the day chasing about and I'm still not running on a lot of sleep. My brother in law knows a lot about cars and has mechanic experience, so we are headed up to Avry and Justin's on Saturday to see if we can get it figured out with spending $500+. Somehow I think our cars conspired and thought I got a job to pay for car repairs. We have vowed the next time we buy a vehicle it will be a Toyota or Honda, something dependable. Sure, things could always be worse, but I'm entitled to complain and vent, right? End of my rant, end of the day. Let's hope tomorrow is better.