Last week, my fancy 15 passenger van went to the shop. The "service engine soon" light was on and it had been making a weird sound.
No one likes it when their car goes to the shop. You know what makes it extra fun? Removing 5 car seats and re-installing them into another car. My fellow parents can attest. Car seat installation is the worst. I end up sweaty and usually with at least a few scrapes and bruises.
Seriously. It is the worst.
We wound up renting a super nice 2015 suburban. It was tight to get all those car seats in but I got it done. I was impressed with all the bells and whistles of this newer and nicer vehicle. The children were NOT impressed. I thought it was hysterical. They much prefer our 1999 former church van.
We got our beloved van back and were rolling once again.
A few days later, the back window in our van broke. EJ was driving it down a country road and heard a pop, then it shattered.
He taped it up and made an appointment to have the window replaced. Bummer, but it would be taken care of. I wasn't stressed about it. They would come to us to fix it. No moving car seats or trying to entertain 6 kids while the car is repaired.
THE VERY NEXT DAY...
I load up all the kiddos to run some errands. It was close to lunch time and the babies were getting pretty fussy. It takes a lot of effort to get all six of our children ready to go, the bag packed and everyone loaded in the van.
We were locked and loaded.
When I noticed this...
I texted EJ the picture of the tire. He called and talked me through finding the air compressor so I could air up the tire. At this point, I was barely holding it together. Not only do I get to air up the tire with 6 hungry children waiting in the car. I also get to take all 6 of them to the shop to have the tire repaired.
Life has been a little intense lately. The barn house build is in full swing which means I am one busy Momma. EJ is working tirelessly at work and the build. That means I am on. All the time. When someone needs something, Mommy is on call.
As I aired up the tire I did what any self respecting, 30 something, mother of six would do.
I cried.
I mean the ugly cry.
I cried so hard that snot was literally hitting the ground while I aired up the tire.
Then, I pulled it together.
Wiped up my snotty, teary face.
Put on my big girl undies and headed to get the tire fixed.
Some days call for a good cry.
This was one of them.