I came out on top. 5 weeks solo and Josh is finally home. Gold medal for me. Really, it’s not a big deal these days, compared to the early ones where he was gone for 7 months at a time and I was home with the littles and half of my sanity, but it’s still a lot of work shuttling 4 humans around in a foreign country. Gold stars and margaritas all around. I’d like to thank my vehicles for continuing to run . . . without them, I wouldn’t be where I am today. I think it’s the first time we’ve had a functional relationship while Josh is away.
Instead, both cars broke within 24 hours of him landing in Bahrain. No joke. One started making weird noises (which I still haven’t heard for myself) so he took it in to the shop. A few hours later we piled everyone into the small car and were headed to dinner when Josh noticed that the temperature gauge was rising fast. Do people really look at the other gauges while driving? I check my speed and the gas level (usually), but the rest is all visual noise. Good thing I wasn’t driving or I’d keep going until it started smoking. Josh pulled over and determined the fan wasn’t kicking on — kind of important when it’s 105 outside — so we bailed and went home.
The mechanic brought back our one broke car this morning (still waiting on a part) and switched it out for the other broke car to work on that one for a few days. SOOO HAPPY that I don’t have to deal with it. I think our mechanic thinks I’m a bit of an airhead ever since I blew up the other car.
But the real champion in our family this week is Calvin, who was part of the winning football/soccer team that took the Europeans Division II title.
