Context: An awful morning. It's been raining off and on during the night. Dog poo discovered on front deck (they don't seem to like pooing on wet grass). Big plans of movies with the older boys and a trip to Officeworks to buy some work supplies for me because the two little kids are at child care for the day. They leave for child care with their father. The second car blows up as I am about to drive out with the two older ones to the final lesson of the 8 year old's swimming intensive program. I realise that with five minutes to go before swimming class starts that we are not going to make it. Call Chris and ask if he can bring the other car home from work so we can do all our previously mentioned jobs and get to swimming. Call swimming pool to see if 8 year old can go to a later class. Burning smell coming from second car as I re-enter garage. Chris arrives home in the silver bus.
We are discussing who will call the NRMA and wait at home with the blown up car (which eventually needed towing), and who will take the kids to swimming.
Me: "I just can't DO this anymore...." (accompanied by loud sobbing).
Chris: "Well, it's called LIFE. You just have to do it."
Yep. That sums it up pretty well actually.
And we did survive the day. My blogging buddy Deb has a great regular Friday post called Thank God it's Friday, where we can thank God for the many blessings He provides for us. Yesterday, I was very thankful that not every day is as awful as that one was.
We are still waiting for news on how much the car repairs will cost. I don't think a burning smell is good. They think the clutch may have gone....