Wow. Today was abysmally bad, even for a Monday. May I? We started off sleeping through the alarm, and waking with 15 minutes to get out the door. Have you ever tried to rush a sleepy 5 year old? It's no picnic. But we manage to leave on time, and pick up the two girls that carpool with us in the morning. About ten minutes from the school, the car starts to overheat. Yay. Remember now, the Family Car is already in the shop. This is not good. I manage to limp the Red Car (Patrick's car) to the school, stopping once to put some water in it.

We get there (riding my frantic prayers all the way), and lo and behold, I've forgotten Wrenn's bookbag, and lunch. Super Yay. While my car cools down at the school, I borrow the TEACHER's car (sigh) and dash madly to the grocery store to get Wrenn a lunchable. But the store is completely empty. I'm serious. No meat. No cheese. No bread. Barely anything at all - I guess they haven't had a chance to restock since the hurricane this weekend. I put together an admittedly bad lunch, but it was the best I could do. So I get that to her, and feeling sufficiently confident that the car was cool (having refilled the water also), I head off to Debby's to drop something off. Her house is on the way home - but as I drive, it's getting hot AGAIN. So I stay there, cry, fill it up again, and try once more to get home.

Nope. That wasn't in the cards today. I got close, but no cigar. It dudded out on me about a block from the car repair shop where the Family Car was already waiting patiently for some TLC.

I sat there, crying a little more, wracking my brain for a plan. (Notice the crying? What is up with that? I HATE crying!!) Anyway, Red Car, at this point, was dead. D-E-A-D. The battery had gone out - why, I don't know. I was honestly just surprised it hadn't blown up at this point. I thought I might could push it to the shop, but even my herculean muscles weren't up to the task. So I walked to the shop, called Patrick, and waited for the mechanic to fix the Family Car so that I could drive home, get Patrick, and bring him back to view the Red Car in it's death throes.

Several hours later, Family Car is ready to go because the mechanic COULDN'T FIND ANYTHING AMISS. He's wrong, of course. Something's up with it, and I guarantee that just when I have a car full of kids, it will rear it's ugly head again. But, desperation drives us and faith sustains us, so I guess it will be alright. At least until Red Car has been repaired, or declared DOA.

We end up pushing the Red Car to the shop with the Family Car. It's a bit like the blind leading the blind. We take the lesser broken of the two back home - and make plans to be a one car family for a few days at least. (We're just crossing our fingers that we won't be a NO car family.)

Finally, I got back home - dirty and hungry and cranky beyond belief. So I did what any self respecting woman would do. I grabbed my book, put on my fat pants, and ate everything in the pantry. Luckily, the damage was minimal, because I keep my pantry void of chocolate for this very reason.

Then I took a shower and a little nap, and now I'm much better.

And that was my Monday, in all it's glory. From now on, I think it would be simpler to WALK.