So I got up this morning thinking that everything would be fine, I was even a little excited because my mom was coming to pick up the kids for the night and it would just be me and m husband which doesn’thappen very often. I got the boys up and sent off to school, got my daughter around and dropped my husband off went through the bank and guess what? My car runs out of gas… in the driveway..sseconds after they hand me my money….sigh. I don’t have a gas tank in the car so I pick up my daughter and walk to a gas station where they only have a one gallon tank, buy one gallon of gas and carry my chunky 11 month old back down to the bank. By this time my heels are bleeding from walking in wrong shoes, I get back to the car, strap my kid in and empty the one gallon of gas in the tank and go to start the car and nothing. For some reason my battery is dead, I have to wait half an hour for my father in law to come up and jump the car which makes it half way home and then dies on the side of the highway. so I get my daughter out of the car and in his, run back for my bags and roll my ankle and take a tumble, cuttig open my knee as I lay bleeding on the side of the highway. My father in law thinks it I ran out of gas again so we run back to my house for a 5 gallon tank, fill it up put it in the car and nothing. We jump the car and it is running fine so I go to take off and it dies a few feet from were I was. so we run the battery up to walmart ( which by the way the battery is only 4 days old) the say that it is dead but it is probably my car doing it and I’m thinking ” Great, an alternator. That’ll be cheap” I go home get my boys off the bus and my father in law runs up to walmart to find out what is going on, a few minutes later. The verdict? The brand new battery was a dud…… so now everything is fine except for maybe my bleeding flesh wounds ;) I didn’t have a very good morning but I did get some extra walking in and some strength training from lugging the toddler around so I guess all in all everything worked out, kinda.
