We have three cars. Don’t get jealous, they are all old to oldish. Two of them are ours, one of them is my mom’s. My mother can’t safely drive anymore, so her car lives at my house so she won’t sneak out in the night and kill someone with it. Before we liberated it, she ran over a lot of curbs, so it has lots of loose stuff underneath. We’ve had about five oil leaks fixed, and numerous other things tightened from her curb jumping. She is also apparently a fan of breaking off knobs, thus resulting in difficulty popping the hood and turning on the lights properly. The transmission is now slipping which I’m sure will result in a ginormous repair bill, but we have to get through the rest of the school year to summer before I can send it away, so Lucas Oil tranny stuff is the plan.
The other two cars that are ours, are in better-ish shape. My car, has pretty high miles on it, but it is in great shape. I love it. Old dependable. Thank you Jesus. My husband’s car, or the “airport car” as it is better known, is a little more tired than mine. It has been overheating, so last night, the hubs went to Advance Auto Parts and bought a new water pump and thermostat.
Where this gets vaguely interesting is when you find out that my poor hubs HATES working on cars. My father, God rest his soul, taught him all about how to do it though and I know this, so work on them whenever possible is the thing. I mean why pay 400$ to get that water pump and thermo replaced when the parts cost him 44 bucks at Advance? I mean really?
So the day has been a car maintenance workfest. He replaced the water pump and thermo ( I had to help get the new belt back on because I have this weird mechanical, physical-world mind, while my poor hubs is a computer nerd who can only picture things in his head that don’t actually exist. Go figure.) I felt guilty about him working so much, so I took mom’s car to the oil change place we use and got the tranny serviced and the radiator flushed and the fuel system cleaned and then I came home and got MY car and took it back and did all the same stuff plus oil change. It took about two hours total. I feel like a dude. I even have some flavor of black crap under my nails from helping hubs get the snake belt back in his car. NOT. HAPPY. I AM happy though that we saved all that money because the hubs did all that work.
What does this have to do with Mother’s Day you ask? Usually, my lovely fam spoils me and does stuff for me the entire WEEKEND. This year, hubs was out-of-town all last week and hasn’t been able to take the kids shopping. They are worried. I’m not. It’s ok. They’ll take care of it at some point, we’ll spend time together and I’ll be happy. They’ll be happy, it will all be good.
I’m just grateful for my two beautiful children and I’m grateful to have a hubs who loves me enough to do something he hates because it makes me happy to save money. As soon as he’s done, I’m gonna take him to Sonic for a burger. I think we are getting old, cause it doesn’t take very much to make either one of us happy. WOW, now that I think about it, I’ll bet they are going to take me out for a bagel in the morning!! YAY!! Makes all that car crap worth it 😉
Have a wonderful evening and a Happy Mother’s Day! Be kind to one another 🙂