Okay, my rant is done and I will go ahead and retype this week’s journal entry, hopefully with the same care and pizazz I had the first time.
This week’s journal will focus on three stories-and these three stories all involve me and my dodge minivan. These may not be in chronological order, and are definately shortened to protect you, the reader, from boredom and wasting too much time on my pathetic life. However, if me going through all this stuff makes any of you laugh, chuckle, giggle or even smile, I suppose it will have all been worth it(kind-of).
So, story number one involves me locking Isaiah in the minivan on the Air Force base in front of the chapel support center. I was in a hurry to get home because it was 2:15 and the girls get out of school at 2:30. So, somehow, after I secured Isaiah down in his carseat, I hit the door lock and locked him in the car. So, I’m standing by his window, almost yelling so he can hear me, trying to get him to push on the red button and unlock his carseat. Now, he had just been given a grape blow-pop and was feeling quite snug and relaxed, so he was lightly tapping on the button with his finger, sucking on his lollipop and looking at me like, “Mom’s finally lost it.” As I’m yelling through the window, an airman happens by, coming out of the chapel and looks at me curiously. So, I look at him and I just start crying. He suddenly looks panicked, like he should just take off running to his car, but maybe since he was walking out of the chapel holding two books called, “The Jesus Habits,” he felt obligated to help me. Whatever made him stop and help me, I am grateful for it. So, while he calls Security Forces, I run inside and call the school about my situation and they promise to intercept the girls at home and call my emergency contact, who is a friend of mine that lives in my neighborhood. So, when I get back outside, there’s 4 airmen around my car, either working on the locks, or yelling at Isaiah to unbuckle his seatbelt. Isaiah finally decides to talk and says, “Mom, open the door.” Wow, so the 3 year old really has no concept of a locked door and what we’ve all been yelling at him to do for the past 15 minutes. Eventually, they were able to wedge the door open enough to pop the lock, but not before one of the SF guys breaks my door handle on the driver’s side. So then, we’re all having a conference around the driver’s door while they try and explain to me how to remove the panel, find the pin that was popped out, and then replace the panel. They must have sensed the apprehension in my demeanor, because Jesus Habits guy said, “Let’s just do it for her really quick.” So, my good Samaritan ended up being way more help than the police officers-thank goodness he wasn’t scared off at the beginning! So, I made it through this situation with a few scratches by my passenger door, and a driver’s side door panel that is loose at the bottom.
The next story involving the minivan also involves my dogs. The day after the previous incident, Isaiah had gone to childcare while I ran errands. The military offers free oil changes to deployed families as long as you bring your own oil and filter, and I thought we could take the dogs to the dog park and then get the oil changed when I picked Isaiah up. So, on my way to get Isaiah, I look over as I’m slowing down at a light, and I see Princess halfway out the passenger window. I yell at her to stop, but she continues her suicide attempt and flops out of the car. I throw the car in park and turn the hazards on so I can go around and see if Princess survived her fall, because I was positive she landed on her back and broke it. In my haste, I forgot to shut my door, so Foxie jumps out of the car and takes off running. It was then I discovered Princess was just fine, because she took off running right behind Foxie. Oh my gosh…I was flabbergasted(that’s right, I just said that). These dogs are going to age me more than my kids! I hop back in the car and take a moment to decide if I should follow the dogs or just go get Isaiah. I decided to at least try to get the dogs, and as I turn the corner, I see them jogging down the sidewalk like they’re humans just out for a jog. Luckily, when I reached them, they were tired, so I turned on the hazards, reached across and opened the passenger door and called them in the highest pitch baby voice I have. They both hopped in the car without getting hit and we continued on our way and actually picked up Isaiah on time. Seriously people, I couldn’t make this stuff up. I don’t even have time to get embarrassed, this stuff just happens so fast!
My last story involving the minivan I’m going to make short, sweet and to the point. We’ve all been through enough with the first two stories. As I mentioned before, free oil changes if you bring your own supplies. Unfortunately for me, I looked up in a book at the PX the filter size and thought I was good to go. Here’s a synopsis…FIRST TRIP TO AUTO CENTER: I only brought 2 quarts of oil(I had no idea how much to take) SECOND TRIP TO AUTO CENTER: Brought enough oil but had the wrong filter size. THIRD TRIP TO AUTO CENTER: Was a quart low and had to add another on my own when I got home. I suppose all that would have gone much smoother if I had gone to an actual auto parts store from the beginning, but I thought I had it under control!
As you can tell from my stories(which happened in a two day span), it’s VITALLY important that you continue to pray for me! It’s scary when you really think about it, that I’m in charge of 3 kids, 2 dogs and running a household on my own. I’m lucky we’re all alive I guess.
The good news this week is that I have a new outlook on Isaiah’s soccer, so I wasn’t even stressed out when he refused to step foot on the field at his game on Saturday. And then, Brianna scored both of her team’s goals and won the MVP coin at her game. I wish I could describe the look on her face whe she got it, and the first thing she said to me was, “Daddy’s going to be so proud of me!” I was so proud of her!
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