Monday morning, slightly calmer. Even feeling somewhat rested despite being woken at 5:30am by Isaac. sigh.
Called AAA, renewed my stupidly-let-it-lapse membership, asked them to send a tow truck. They said they would. Started frantically getting us ready to go.
8:45 they call to say truck will be there in 45 minutes. I downgrade from frantically to leisurely.
8:55 tow truck shows up. LOL! Well, better that than the other way round.
I explain that friend was unable to jump-start car last night. Tow truck guy attempts to jump-start it anyway. Success!! He fiddles with a bunch of stuff under the hood. Comes back to tell me the battery isn't holding a charge. He thinks it will drive, but if I turn it off, it probably won't start again.
Tow-truck guy leaves. Isaac very sad. "Tow truck come back!"
Pack Isaac and our stuff into our car. "We ride in our car?? We not ride in tow truck? Our car's broken??" Isaac very confused, lol.
Drive to mom's mechanic, conveniently located three blocks from mom's house. Mom meets us there with her car. Pack Isaac and our stuff into mom's car. Isaac very confused. "Gramma get in gramma's car?" No, gramma's going home, we're going in gramma's car to daycare. "We NOT go to daycare!" I tell Isaac to thank gramma for bringing us her car. He gives us a blank look. One very confused toddler. LOL.
Drive gramma's car to daycare and office without incident.
Mom's mechanic's assistant calls to tell me what I had feared: not only is the battery dead, the alternator is too. *headdesk* I have a baaaad history with alternators. Stupid alternators. Why do they hate me so? And why are they so frickin' expensive?
On the plus side, car will be fixed by tonight. On the confusing side, not sure why mechanic assistant guy calls me "dear." He can't be much older than me -- in fact, suspect he is actually younger. Whatever.
Am now treating self to chocolate-chip muffin for breakfast. Because I deserve it, dammit.
Called AAA, renewed my stupidly-let-it-lapse membership, asked them to send a tow truck. They said they would. Started frantically getting us ready to go.
8:45 they call to say truck will be there in 45 minutes. I downgrade from frantically to leisurely.
8:55 tow truck shows up. LOL! Well, better that than the other way round.
I explain that friend was unable to jump-start car last night. Tow truck guy attempts to jump-start it anyway. Success!! He fiddles with a bunch of stuff under the hood. Comes back to tell me the battery isn't holding a charge. He thinks it will drive, but if I turn it off, it probably won't start again.
Tow-truck guy leaves. Isaac very sad. "Tow truck come back!"
Pack Isaac and our stuff into our car. "We ride in our car?? We not ride in tow truck? Our car's broken??" Isaac very confused, lol.
Drive to mom's mechanic, conveniently located three blocks from mom's house. Mom meets us there with her car. Pack Isaac and our stuff into mom's car. Isaac very confused. "Gramma get in gramma's car?" No, gramma's going home, we're going in gramma's car to daycare. "We NOT go to daycare!" I tell Isaac to thank gramma for bringing us her car. He gives us a blank look. One very confused toddler. LOL.
Drive gramma's car to daycare and office without incident.
Mom's mechanic's assistant calls to tell me what I had feared: not only is the battery dead, the alternator is too. *headdesk* I have a baaaad history with alternators. Stupid alternators. Why do they hate me so? And why are they so frickin' expensive?
On the plus side, car will be fixed by tonight. On the confusing side, not sure why mechanic assistant guy calls me "dear." He can't be much older than me -- in fact, suspect he is actually younger. Whatever.
Am now treating self to chocolate-chip muffin for breakfast. Because I deserve it, dammit.
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Date: 2005-10-17 03:45 pm (UTC)FWIW, we have problems with alternators as well.
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Date: 2005-10-17 03:53 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-10-17 04:40 pm (UTC)