I woke this morning under a little stress.
Yesterday we took one of our cars in for a check engine
light. The estimate came back a little
higher than we thought it would, but, such is life in the modern age of too
many cars and children.
In the afternoon, my darling Tall Man decided to treat me
with cleaning my car for me, de-winterizing it of all the salt and sand of a
very long winter. I received this report
from the Man Child as soon as I walked in the door from school. It went something like this……. “I told him he
should not be doing all the work in the garage with the car radio on, but he
didn't listen……he broke your car.”
….deep breath…….deep breath……deep breath……
My head is scrambled.
How am I going to squeeze this out of a budget that is already screaming
this month from all the other unexpected bills that have crept up a little
earlier than expected.
It will be fine. This
will all work out. Don’t worry. Don’t stress.
God will provide. ……deep breath……deep
breath……don’t hyperventilate……
We woke up this morning to take the car down. Tall Man said he would just take it and wait
for the ride to bring him back home. Is
he guilting me? Is he using those puppy
dog eyes on me? I will shower…..I will
come get moving here and drive down too.
It will be magical bonding time…..time alone.
He set off a little earlier than me. Come to find out, it was because he had to
drive a little slower than normal. One
of the missed details from yesterday was that the moon roof was stuck open and
the screen that lets the ENTIRE top of the car exposed to the elements. It was a brisk morning drive down to the
dealership with the glorious whomp whomp whomp of the driving with the windows
open.
I finally pulled up to the Luxury Dealership to the darling
Tall Man standing with two cups of glorious Starbucks steaming in his
hands. We just pull out of the parking
space to head home and his phone rings. “Your
car is done!”
Five minutes. That is
how much time elapsed from the drop off.
Five minutes.
We drove around the lot and pulled back into the garage pass
through. They just had to reset the
timing from the battery running down. No
fuses. No sensors.
….No charge……..
So let’s recap.
Stress.
Fret.
Worry.
Deep breathing.
Lay it out to God in prayer.
No bill.
Starbucks and a Pop Tart in the Luxury Lounge.
Add it all together and get a romantic date in our marriage………
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