Monday, September 22, 2008

The week (+) of disasters continues...


We survived last Saturday (9 days ago) and the thumb slicing and the long urgent care visit. We survived my Potato Bug and I both having colds (look! new nickname!). We survived several days of Dusey/The Daddy being gone at work all day. Then came Wednesday.

Wednesday was Dusey's birthday. I wanted to get some stuff (presents, treats, food, etc) from the store that day, so I asked him if I could use the car the night before. He forgot (no big deal) and took it to work like normal. I cut down on my shopping plans and limited them to two stores, and was Very Brave and called and made a doctor's appointment to get my thumb checked out. I loaded the Potato Bug into the truck after his morning nap and we took off to the Asian market (rather far from our house) so that I could get candied ginger and some Japanese candies.

I found (after much searching) everything I was looking for right as PB started getting fussy and hungry again. No problem, I thought, We'll just hop back in the truck and drive home and eat/nap and then go out shopping for The Birthday Present before going to the doctor's. Once again all loaded into the truck, I got in, buckled up, and tried to turn it on.


Needless to say, I tried a bunch more times. Then, I panicked. I called Dusey's phone over and over, because his parents and brother were all out of town and I didn't know who to call or what to do and I get scared asking strangers for help, etc. Finally I wised up (he can't answer his phone at work) and sent him a text. I tried calling some other people, none of whom picked up their phones. Then I fed the screaming Potato Bug while sitting in the driver's seat and trying not to cry. And then I was Very Brave again and asked a stranger to help me try to jump the truck with his car.

He hooked everything up and we gave it a shot. Nothing. He was Very Nice and asked if I had any soda (I had, in fact, just bought the Best Rootbeer Ever (Weinhard's) as a birthday treat for Dusey). We sacrificed a bottle of The Best Rootbeer Ever, and he poured it over the highly corroded positive battery terminal, then wiped it off with some napkins that were in the car. We tried again. Nothing. He was Very Nice and kept trying, until we both decided it was useless and I thanked him and let him go home. I called a couple of people again, and finally got ahold of one of our friends who had some time and could come and take the Potato Bug and I home.

Then we got to sit outside for about an hour waiting for him to show up.

I'm glad I hadn't bought any perishables.

Arizona is still very, very hot outside during the day.

Anyway, lots of people were nice and saw us and offered to try and help but it was all useless. Finally, the friend showed up and was very nice and drove us home. I let Dusey know what had happened, and then sat at home trying not to cry for most of the rest of the afternoon.

Dusey managed to get off work an hour early. He hopped in the car and started rushing home, focused on going and trying to save the truck from its lonely spot in the parking lot Far Away. He was on the freeway. The people in front of him stopped fast. He stopped fast. The person behind him didn't stop quite fast enough, and he got rear-ended. On his birthday. On his way home early to try to save the Abandoned Truck. His mind was elsewhere (I think he knew I was still highly emotionally distraught at home) and he forgot to get The Rear-Ender's phone number or liscense plate number, though he did write down everything off her insurance card (the pertinent information was acquired after much searching to find a phone number for the address yesterday and a somewhat lengthy phonecall). Luckily, the car was only slightly damaged, a few scratches and a loose bit of decorative molding below the bumper.

So he came home. And we packed up the Potato Bug yet again, and drove back to the Asian Market that was Very Far Away to try and save the Abandoned Truck from its loneliness. Dusey tried cleaning the battery contacts. We tried jumping it with our car. We went to a nearby Walmart and bought a new battery and tried that. Nothing. There was not even enough power getting from the battery to be able to pop the truck into neutral. He called his dad (on vacation) who called around and got a tow service to come and get the truck and take it back to our home for us. It was going to be awhile before the tow man could get there, so we went over to the McDonalds in the parking lot and ate dinner there (on my husband's birthday) and then just sat and waited and waited until the Tow Man came. The Tow Man was Very Nice and tried to see if HE could get the truck to start so we wouldn't have to pay the tow fees to get it home. It was no good. So, towing it was. He discovered that the truck could not go into neutral, so the job was rather more complicated for him and more expensive for us (I got to see plastic tire skis, and got to watch how the tow truck can not only move the back part up and down and slanty and back and forth, but how it can also pull its own cab backwards as everything is getting into place, which was actually pretty cool to watch). Finally, the truck was loaded, and we got to go home.

We got home at 8pm, and the Potato Bug was very sleepy (his bedtime is 7pm) so we put him to bed, and then we talked for a little while, and then we went to bed.

It was a crappy birthday for Dusey.

Also, I was left without a vehicle for the rest of the week. Just in time for us to run out of laundry soap and food. Also, I had to call and cancel my doctor's appointment for Wednesday because there was no way for me to get there that afternoon, and then they couldn't fit me back in until Saturday.

So, Saturday rolls around. It's the day of the rescheduled doctor's appointment, one week after the thumb slicing has occurred. I am, by this point, completely sick of the giant wad of gauze that is on my thumb (though it kept falling off), and am highly frustrated by not being able to get it wet. Anyway. I decide to walk to the doctor's office because I don't want to impose on anybody and make them drive me and wait for us to be all done and then drive us back home (it was my first visit to that office so there was lots of paperwork to fill out). I got the Potato Bug loaded into the stroller, along with the diaper bag, and a bottle of water, and I was smart enough to wear a big sunhat so I wouldn't get burned. My only mistake was that I wore flipflops. That was highly stupid of me. Other than that, everything was fine. I gave myself lots of time so I could walk slowly and be able to find it without stressing out. It took an hour to get there, which ended up with me there half an hour early. Luckily the doctor was able to see me early (right after all the paperwork was done). He looked at it for a few minutes, and told me to soak it in warm soapy water and then let it air dry and it would be fine. So we got all loaded up back in the stroller and walked the hour back home.

The walk honestly wasn't too bad. Potato Bug slept the whole way there and back. My feet survived with only a few minor blisters. And I walked five miles total in two hours time, which for me, with the stroller and in the heat, is quite good. I'm still really tired from it though.

So we survived Sunday and the Primary Program Practice (with ALL the kids in my class overly full of energy and one breakdown when one particular shy child didn't want to get up and practice her part). Last night, PB slept for a fairly long time before waking up at 2am to eat. He went right back to sleep afterward. I did not. For some reason, I couldn't fall back asleep, but was too tired to get up and do anything, so I just stayed in bed trying to sleep. PB woke up again at 4:30am (sooner than he normally does) and I fed him and he went right back to sleep again. A couple minutes later, as I was trying to fall asleep hopefully finally, I heard an odd popping noise. I wanted to dismiss it as nothing and roll over and sleep, but I decided to wake Dusey up and have him check it out. He very kindly got up and out of bed and opened our bedroom door and went out to see what it was. At this point, I thought I heard water running, as if he'd started a load of laundry or dishes (which would have been ridiculous for 5 in the morning). Eventually, he came back in our room and informed me that the fridge had malfunctioned somehow and there was water all over the kitchen floor.

So I got out of bed, and we got almost all of our towels (we luckily have quite a few) and Dusey turned off the water hose that leads to the fridge (and the filter for the door water, and the ice-maker, which are my two favorite things about our fridge, other than that it otherwise keeps our food cold okay), and we mopped up the floor. We were very lucky, and it hadn't gotten to my computer yet (though it was very close), or to another power strip that was lying turned on on the floor on the other side of the room. There was about an inch of water puddled on the side of the kitchen opposite the fridge. It made me very glad we have tile. Also, we were lucky that our rug that we have in front of our couch in the family room (which is really one giant room with the kitchen) soaked up a lot of water, which kept it I think from flowing to either of the two power strips, which would have caused a lot of damage had they gotten wet. And we're very lucky that Potato Bug woke up again so soon in the middle of the night, and that I hadn't been able to sleep, and that there was a strange noise, and that I made Dusey go check it out, or else we would have awoken later to much worse conditions. Also, I was very glad that we didn't have a large bag of flour on the floor of the pantry like we often do. And the problem ended up being the water filter in the fridge, which we replaced for under $100 which isn't too horribly horrible, and now everything's all fixed.

So we went to the Waffle House for breakfast this morning (not very impressed, never going back), and we're going to go start a savings account today, and go swimming, and pay our tithing when we see the Bishop on Wednesday, and hopefully our efforts will make the continued small disasters cease and desist.

I think I will lighten things up a bit in my next post by just posting loads of pictures of my Potato Bug. You have been forewarned.


Marci said...

I am SO sorry to hear about your difficult week! Some days are just absolute nightmares, aren't they. Please wish Mike a happy birthday from us and we hope that this next week brings nothing but peace and happiness for your family.

Scribbit said...

Wow, you have my sympathies--what a week!