Yesterday I received a text from my husband asking me if I could stop by the Toyota dealership on my way home to look at a slightly used mini van that was just traded in. I needed to be there by 5. Which I was. I had to wait 20 minutes to see the mini van. Then the back door was totally frozen shut. I've been to the dealership before and have driven several mini vans with Vic telling me which route to take. I hopped in and waited for him. Then he comes back and says, "Take your time and enjoy!" What? All by myself in the dark and on icy roads?? He had to move 50 more cars before closing to get them plowed around. Ok, I was off. I decided I would drive it home for Mark to take a look. The dealership is about a mile from our house. I crossed the street and thought, "Wow, this handles really well in the. . .what is happening? What is wrong?!?!?" I RAN OUT OF GAS! In the dark. In ZERO degree weather. Thankfully Vic gave me his card on the way out of the lot. I called and he said he's on his way. I could literally see the dealership in the rearview mirror. It took Vic a whopping 22 minutes to bring gas. An hour after I arrived at the dealership I finally made it home. Neither Mark nor I were very impressed. As I was backing out of our driveway Mark came back out so I rolled down the window. That sucker wouldn't go back up. My patience were worn out. Mark got in and drove it back to the dealership.
I began eating dinner as the kids were finishing up. Then they started playing a new game I've never seen before, "Hair Shop." This is where Christian uses his little hands to flip around Victoria's hair like a little madman. She says she likes it. I told him to stop so he doesn't tangle her hair.
Fast forward half an hour. Mark was giving the kids a bath and called me to get him a comb for her hair. He worked on it for a while. Then I got her out and realized, the knot will never ever come out. I secretly went to get the scissors and cut quite a large chunk of hair out of the back of her hair very slowly so she wouldn't hear the clipping.
By this time I was spent for the night. We put them to bed early, 7:10 and I headed off to the grocery store.
Then I went to Michael's. Then I still wasn't ready to go home. I headed to the mall. Mark called and said, "I don't want to bother you. I just want to make sure you're ok." I replied, "I'm at the mall." "Ooooh, you're fine. See you later," was his response. He knows shopping does a girl good. Which it did.
Will I ever get a mini van?! That is the question.