What a night

Picture this, a hormonally charged woman, a poor hot toddler, a car on a jack and temperature at 6pm 40.5 degrees - that pretty much sums up my evening.

It begins with me getting to daycare. I get out of the car and notice that its sitting kinda strange. At first I think its only the angle I've parked at but then I notice its the back tyre. I'm so unbelievably lucky that I made it to day care without mangling the wheel completely. It definitely wasnt like that when I left work though. Anyway, trot inside and get Samuel and come outside and start getting myself organised. This is when we hit snag one.

Snag One - the wheels on my car have special wheel nuts. Said special wheel nuts are not in the car because they were taken out by DH when we last got the tyres done. Dont ask me why, when he gets home tomorrow I'll be doing that anyway. So I trot back inside to get a phone book to call a taxi to go home. Fortunately one of the mums offers to drive us home, lucky its only a few minutes drive. Find said wheel nuts. Decide that rather than catching a taxi I'd ride to day care. Actually turned out to be a rather nice idea. Then we come to snag two.

Now I'm not the sort of girl that stands on the side of the road waiting for some handsome stranger to help me out and I sure as hell aint worried about breaking a nail (I dont have any to begin with LOL). I can change a tyre with the best of them. Assuming of course that I can undo the wheel nuts...

Snag Two - In order to change a tyre you need to be able to undo the wheel nuts. Of course when the last tyre place you have sent them to does them up with a mechanical ratchet that is all but impossible. I thank my lucky stars and the good lord above that a very lovely couple were walking by and were able to help me out. The wheel nuts were on so tight that the guy was able to lift the car by the wheel nuts - not good!!!

Which brings us to snag three - he finally gets the tyre off and the spare on, which is of course getting pretty close to being flat as well. Thats ok I think, there is a service station just around the corner, no problems. Say good bye to said wonderful saviours, load bike into car (no mean feat in itself with a 2 door car) and head over to service station and of course the pump is out of order. I mean of course its out of order what was I thinking, it was going to be easy or something. Once again I thank my lucky stars that 3 minutes down the road is another service station and the pump was in working order there.

So I guess I just want to ask why do these things always happen to me when Paul is away working overseas. Why cant something happen just once while he is home so I dont have to go through all this by myself. Is it really asking too much. If I wasnt pregnant it would be at this point that I would drink myself into insensibility and write the whole day off completely.