Well today was one of those days.
You know, the ones where you get to feel all the feels and go to bed emotionally exhausted?
This morning McKenna and I got Brinlee off to school and then decided to head over to the library. Our stash of books was getting a little old, and an outing to the library is always a favorite. Plus it was a story-time day with McKenna's favorite story-time guy, Zac. She thinks he is SO funny!
So we went to story time, then we played with the toys, and read some books, and picked out a nice stack to take home, and McKenna was a darling angel, and we basically had the perfect time!
Then we got out to the car,
and it wouldn't start.
I don't think it's any big secret that I've been a bit irritated with poor Bertha the Blue Van for quite some time now. She has been the best van! Lots of good miles and memories in the books with her.
Buutttt, it has been LOTS of miles, and she is getting old, and it's definitely starting to show. Lately she seems to be just one problem after another, and it has became a little annoying, a little inconvenient, and more than a little expensive. And it's always me that seems to suffer! Every time Tim drives the van it seems to work just fine. But I've been stranded with a tired and burned-out Bertha more than once now, and today was kind of the last straw.
Luckily we had the stroller in the back of the car, so I loaded up McKenna and all our books, called Tim and left a VERY unhappy "I wash my hands of this, you better deal with it and I never want to drive that car again!" message, and we started the walk home.
I can think of very few times that I have been that irritated. I didn't have a mirror on me to check for sure, but I'm pretty positive I had literal smoke coming out my ears. I was so mad I was on the verge of tears. I wouldn't say I was walking per say, more like stomping and huffing along, cursing that poor van under my breath and thinking about the chocolate ice cream at home in the freezer that I was going to burry myself in as soon as we got home.
I decided to take the route that walks us by the duck pond (another favorite outing), and not long into the neighborhood I realized that my mumbling and grumbling had been drowning out McKenna's little voice. I asked her what she was talking about, and she said "Mom, look! Doze are such bweefadul cover-fo weaves ev-we-where!"
(Translation: Mom, look! Those are such beautiful colorful leaves everywhere!)
And she was right, they were popping up everywhere! Not on every tree yet. But several of them were definitely starting to dress out of their Fall side of closet. And it was bweefadul!
So we slowed down to a bit more relaxed of a walk, and we collected, leaves, and pine-cones, and said hi to the ducks, and got home to that chocolate ice cream smiling and in a much better mood.
The van is currently being towed to the mechanic.
And I am still irritated about it.
And I still plan to take over driving the gold car.
But boy am I thankful that it wasn't raining today,
and for beautiful fall leaves starting to dot the trees,
and for this amazing, fun, happy, sweet, perfect little partner I have to bring a smile to my face and make even my not-so-perfect days feel just about right.
She's the best!
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