Tuesday, August 23, 2011

So There's This Cursed Set of Running Clothes I Need to Burn. . .

Last Monday or Tuesday, I tossed on my gym clothes and gathered up the kids to head to the Y. During the week, they have free childcare for a few hours in the morning.  I cannot begin to explain what a blessing this is to the moms who want to stay hot.  We got to the gym, went inside and were greeted by the receptionist who knows us so well.  That day, she wasn't smiling, though.

"I'm so sorry.  There is no childcare today.  They had a pipe burst and flood that floor last night.  They'll be working on it all week."

Crap.

So I went home, changed, and set aside the gym clothes.  I then totally forgot about the clothes sitting there on the chair by where I'd changed.  Today as I was getting ready to go to the gym for intervals, I remembered they were there and put them on.  I knew the childcare was back up and running because we'd called before going in yesterday.  Everyone into the car and away we. . .

Away we. . .

Son of a. . .

The car wouldn't start.

One of my precious little children had been playing with the dome light without my noticing before we got out of the car yesterday morning when we got home from the gym.  They turned it to "on" and left it there.  All day and all night.

I'm notorious for leaving things on in the car and forgetting to turn them off.  That's not been as big of a problem since we've had a car has the "you left the headlights on, moron" alarm, but even with that, I have found a way to leave the lights on without setting off the alarm.  (I also figured out how to avoid the "don't forget the keys, stupid" bell.) I felt a little better about the whole thing knowing that this time it was not my fault.

So, what is a girl to do in a situation like this?  I do have not one, but two sets of jumped cables in my car and I know how to use them.  I just needed another car with which to jump start mine.  I had noticed as I was herding kids into the car that both of the next door neighbors left just before me.  I started calling friends and neighbors who live within a couple blocks.

What is up with everyone being so danged environmentally responsible? Of the people I got ahold of who were actually home, none of them actually had a car because they are one car families and their spouse had the vehicle.  (For those who aren't really great with sarcasm- note that my family is also a one car family and I only had the car today because my husband rides a bike to work.)

Finally, I just gave up on the gym for today and my friend who is watching the kids while I'm in and out of meetings today (this is my lunch break, I'm not really just goofing off) came to pick them up and jump started the car for me.

Anyway, the point of the story is that I have a set of workout clothes I can never ever wear again if I actually want to get a workout in.

If any of our car-lite neighbors ever need a jump-start, call me first. I have two pairs of cables, a working battery and I'm now the proud owner of one of those battery jump-starter box thingies. I probably should have bought one years ago.

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