So this morning started off harmlessly enough. We packed up the crew to go and have an interview with Al Zetner at Lighthouse Academy. We are excited as we consider all the different education options for our children. This is a whole new part of parenting, which is just as terrifying and exciting as the previous stage. So here we are! Allen and I had a great tour with Al, and felt really good about Lighthouse, and their unique perspective on education. Now, we will see if we can manage to enroll Sarah, or if she”ll be going the more traditional route, public education. If anybody has any thoughts on this decision, feel free to weigh in!
On the way home, we stopped at the post office. My car was stalling, and I knew fuel was low, but hey, the gas station was less than a block away, so… (facepalm) I let the car run while I was in there. Driving up the hill to the gas station, the car stalled when we stopped at the light. Didn’t start again. so, less than 100 feet away from the gas station we were effectively marooned. This was not ideal, since I had known fuel was low, and hadn’t felt the need to mention it to Allen. Also, I waited to check the gas gauge, till after we were on the road. Not cool. So we sat there, left out big sighs, and Allen trudged off down the street to get to my parents (about a half mile away from this spot,) and procure a gas can, while I turned on the hazard lights. I enjoyed the music of screaming children for a time, and in about a half hour Allen returned with the can. At that moment, I tried to start the car, it didn’t even turn over, and RIGHT then, a police car pulled up behind us. The policeman informed Allen that we could not sit there, since we were “on” the road, and its a truck route. So what choice do we have? let the car roll backwards down the hill until we find a side street or driveway to accommodate us? Or, do we push through the busy intersection up ahead with THREE kids in the car? hmmm. decisions decisions. Allen told the police officer he was heading up to get more gas, and see if we could start the car again. Having gotten the gas then, car still didn’t start. Hmm, battery maybe? So, realizing kids were in the car, the policeman agreed to jump us. As he jumped our car (and anyone who knows us, will know our car…) He asks Allen “So, have much trouble with this thing?” I was so amused by this question, that I let out a VERY loud spurt of laughter, which probably wasn’t the politest thing I could do. Thankfully, at this point, the girls were busy, Sarah with old keys, Emma with pen and paper, and Ava with a pacifier. So, we finally got the car started, and thrilled to death, headed out to a cheaper gas station down the road. Hallelujah we escaped! All in all, as miserable as it sounds, this kind of adventure is usually fun, despite the brief inconvenience. The kids had enjoyed their car time, once I’d pulled out the “emergency toys” (read: things I scrounged out of nowhere) and Allen and I were left laughing over the whole ordeal, because of that officer’s incredulity at our car breaking down at such an inconvenient spot. (Sorry we PLANNED to break down here officer… we really should’ve picked a better spot!) All in a good days work for the Sacks family!
We got home, and chatted for some time about our options with schooling, and everyone’s future, and as big of a decision this all is, it still hangs over our heads, but not with the same urgency. So here goes a ton of prayers we make the right one! I love my family, and I love my husband, who can laugh at a day gone wrong, and that we can both have the best time having the worst time! Some days, a sense of humor is invaluable in parenting, in marriage, in life.