Have you ever had just one of those days? A day where you are sure that the Lord has a sense of humor, that He just loves irony, and He has your number? We had a day like that yesterday. We decided to attend a parenting class Friday evening. Derek's mom came over to babysit Faith, and we headed out for an evening together.
We drove thirty minutes before we arrived at the elementary school where this class was being hosted. But, as we tried to enter the school, we found the doors locked. Perplexed, I pulled out my registration form. No, the class was definitely at the elementary school. "Umm, hun?" Derek said to me, "The 25th was yesterday." Did I mention that I do calendar time with my 4-K class, not once, but twice a day??? Yes, I did think it was the 25th, even though I had put the apple with the 26th clearly marked on the calendar twice.
Well, since we had a babysitter and were free for the evening, we decided to go out to dinner. We had a fun time together, and decided to head home. On our way home, we were discussing our expanding family. We debated how long my little Escort Wagon (which we were driving) would be able to meet our needs. We decided we probably had a couple of more years using this car before we needed to upgrade to a larger, more family-friendly vehicle. Derek said we should be able to get another 60K miles out of my little tank, which already sports over 125K.
No sooner were the words out of his mouth when the car lost power, and we stopped accelerating (Do you see the irony?). Derek thought it had popped out of gear (It's a manual), but that was clearly not the issue. We pulled over to the side of the road, as cars whizzed past us at 70 plus miles per hour. It was dark out, and we said a little prayer that we would be kept safe.We called for a tow truck, but were told it would be over an hour and a half before they would be there to get us.
We drove thirty minutes before we arrived at the elementary school where this class was being hosted. But, as we tried to enter the school, we found the doors locked. Perplexed, I pulled out my registration form. No, the class was definitely at the elementary school. "Umm, hun?" Derek said to me, "The 25th was yesterday." Did I mention that I do calendar time with my 4-K class, not once, but twice a day??? Yes, I did think it was the 25th, even though I had put the apple with the 26th clearly marked on the calendar twice.
Well, since we had a babysitter and were free for the evening, we decided to go out to dinner. We had a fun time together, and decided to head home. On our way home, we were discussing our expanding family. We debated how long my little Escort Wagon (which we were driving) would be able to meet our needs. We decided we probably had a couple of more years using this car before we needed to upgrade to a larger, more family-friendly vehicle. Derek said we should be able to get another 60K miles out of my little tank, which already sports over 125K.
No sooner were the words out of his mouth when the car lost power, and we stopped accelerating (Do you see the irony?). Derek thought it had popped out of gear (It's a manual), but that was clearly not the issue. We pulled over to the side of the road, as cars whizzed past us at 70 plus miles per hour. It was dark out, and we said a little prayer that we would be kept safe.We called for a tow truck, but were told it would be over an hour and a half before they would be there to get us.
We stepped over the guard rail, and waited. I prayed that a police officer would see us and stop....they never seem to be around when you really need one. After about thirty minutes our prayer was answered when a very nice State Trooper (who looked for all the world like Nick Stokes from CSI), did stop and waited behind us with his lights on for the tow truck. Eventually the tow truck showed up. Derek and I squeezed in the cab with the driver, and his helper. That was not a comfortable ride! A few miles from home, the two truck broke down - I kid you not. We ended up getting a tow for our tow. We did eventually make it home, safe and sound, but it was quite the evening.
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