The day started out like any other. Charlie and I headed over to Walgreens to cash in and earn some “Register Rewards” on diapers and assorted wipes. I should have known it wouldn’t be my day because at first, my rewards would not print. They had to make me a raincheck. Rather than writing it all out, they promised to keep a record of it at the counter (my idea) as I would be buying photos later that day. Unfortunately, the photo service was down (most) of the day and so alas, my reward sits there, waiting to be spent. We then got everything together and met up with a woman in Oak Brook for some boys Craigslist clothing (mostly hits, nothing really that could count as a miss).
We then went along to meet my cousin/one of Charlie’s aunties for lunch at Chipotle. She brought a co-worker – Cam – GREAT meeting her and we ate our lunch like normal and discussed our lives. Everything was going splendidly…
Until I left Chipotle. Missy and Cam proceeded to their vehicle and headed off to work. I, on the other hand, had a car that wouldn’t start. After some discussion,my dad (THANKFULLY) came to help us out. The parking lot was a tight fit and my dad drives a behemoth. Needless to say this was no small task and unfortunately, my car had to be jumped not once, but twice. We then proceeded on our way home (or so I thought) when my car would slow down, sputter, then jump into gear. I asked my dad to follow me home and just as we turned into a one lane section of the road due to construction it did it again – my car was slowly dying out RIGHT THERE – luckily before it completely stopped, I steered it into the construction zone. Thanks to some more pushing from my dad and a construction worker (Indian gentlemen at Chipotle), my car was jumped AGAIN by my dad. He drove into a construction pit, in the mud, and then we found the nearest parking lot to sit and wait. Meanwhile, Jim came to join us and thanks to some quick thinking on my dad’s part, we drove a three-car caravan with Jim in my car leading, my dad in the middle with Charlie and me driving Jim’s car bringing up the rear. We made it all the way home without incident. By this time, it’s been about TWO hours since the end of Chipotle. My dad heads BACK to work. Jim runs upstairs to look for the battery receipt…only to find our guest bathroom leaking from the electrical vent in the ceiling. Terrific. Come to find out the woman above us moved out and we FINALLY reached her son later in the evening. He promised that it would be fixed and apologized because his mother had JUST passed away a week ago. Grrrreat. Jim also checked my car and it was simply the connectors that needed some fine tuning and cleaning up – no battery change necessary. Thankfully, no money out of our pocket, sort of, we’re all safe and sound. Thank the Lord.
It was touch and go for a bit of time and while we waited to figure all the solutions out, we had an impromptu session with Charlie’s Halloween costume (Yes, I know…) for a good laugh that was much needed. The only thing that added to my day with this was that the costume I picked up at Babies R Us LAST year during clearance is almost too small for Charlie RIGHT NOW, which means, in 2 months, the thing surely WILL NOT FIT and alas, another costume is necessary.