Just Get Me Home

Today started off great, we woke up at a decent time and were off to meet our friends at the mall. After a little shopping, some lunch, and some time in the sand box, it was time to go to one of our favorite stops. Sprouts. Nothing too special, just a local place to go get great deals on fruits and veggies { and our stop for yogurt covered pretzels} As we began to drive to Sprouts we were stuck in some construction traffic. I didn't mind, I had my music on, a happy kid, and the air conditioning was blasting. Then I heard it, one sound a girl{ I'm sure guys don't like it either, but they pretend to be less worried} doesn't want to hear, the little "ding" your car makes when it is turning on a warning light. The "ding" is so polite, you would think they would make it more dramatic, especially when it is saying "Turn your air conditioning off or your car is going to over heat!" I see my warning light and notice my car is running a temperature. This has never happened to me before, but I use common sense and turn off my air conditioning and roll down the windows {not that the hot air outside helped much} We reached our destination with no major issues and I shopped for our veggies with no worries for the drive home. I guess I thought my car would work out its problem in the lot{typical girl thinking I guess}.... My car was obviously sicker than I had assumed {or wanted} as soon as we start our journey home the little light comes back on, and this time I wasn't even trying to run my air. As I am now at least 30 minutes from home I realize we might have a problem here. I call my husband, and what does he ask me? When did I last check my coolant level....{ha, really? my what? that's his job} Anyway, I remind him I am a female and he changes his plan of attack. He then tells me to turn on the heat. Great, heat. It's 98 degrees outside and I am turning on my heat. As I focus on the the little temperature level, it has fun bouncing between the black and red lines. Every time I stop at a light the heat level goes up, so I did my best to make it through those yellow lights. As I stay on the phone with my husband he continues to tell me what could be wrong, and tells me if it dies not to touch the radiator cap { he has to be out of his mind if he thinks I would touch anything if my car broke down, honestly I would have to look around for the hood release button} As he is telling me all this, all I want to know is if the car can get us home, of course he doesn't know. As I get closer to home my eyes keep scanning my little car thermometer, it keeps inching into the red, now it is just teasing me. We finally make it home and I had the biggest glass of iced tea I could make myself. My little man has a glass of cold milk and we recover quickly. My husband then tells me not to drive my car again until he looks at it. He must think I am stupid if he thinks I would go out in that thing again, I don't like to set myself up for a disaster {well, not on purpose anyway} He then reminds me that we have a nice and new{newer} Ford F-150 sitting outside.....hmmm, do I want to drive our monster truck? No thanks, I think we'll just stay home. I love the inside of the truck, because it looks so sleek and new compared to my little dodge{ and my little guy loves it for its DVD player}, but it is just too big for me. I might have to try it out though, especially if my car is still sick next week. As much as I hate my car sometimes, I hate car payments more, so I don't want to buy a new car when I have a paid off car {call me crazy} And as my father pointed out, they don't have coupons for cars....too bad.  So let's all hope my little car can be fixed quickly and without using up our moving money. As for now.....I'll be here, unless I decide to take out the truck, in that case, watch out.

Kelly Callahan