Define: Little Things

This morning started out awesome. I woke up feeling pretty awake, the sun was out, I listened to some good music while I got ready...it was nice. Then the little things started to pile up.

On the way to babysit, I called my doctor's office to try to get an appointment. I asked for one with Lou-Ann, only to have the receptionist tell me that she hasn't been there since August (can you tell how often I go to the doctor?). I did get an appointment with Dr. Conant, but it's going to be weird. I like having a girl doctor. Ergh.

Babysitting was overall alright, though there were a few moments where I felt overwhelmed. One was when Jack came up to me and said, "I got pee pee on the carpet." Thank goodness he just meant the rug in the bathroom, because I was picturing a big wet spot in the middle of the living room or something. Another was just the amount of spit-up from Ben today. It was incredible. I think he saved some from the bottle before the one I gave him to get on me. Overall though, it really wasn't a bad day.

I drove out to Spring Arbor to see friends, but when I got there, everyone was in class. I decided to go across the street to McDonald's to get a fruit and yogurt parfait (sooooo good). As I started to pull out onto M-60, my car sputtered and died. I turned it back on, only to have the same thing happen. I put it in neutral and fortunately it rolled back a few feet out of the intersection. But I still freaked out. I called everyone, but everyone was in class. Jamin (my hero) came out of his class to help me, and as he was walking up his friend Andy was pulling up behind me, so he helped too. (strike)We(/strike) They pushed the car into the church parking lot.
Oh, did I mention that RIGHT before this happened I filled up my gas tank? Not. Happy.

I told my brother I'd probably need to borrow his car, and he was cool with that. My dad came out and took a look at my car (I missed seeing him, which was the last little thing that I could handle), and he couldn't get it started, so it got towed.

I had a small cry on the way home, but I took a shower and made some macaroni and cheese, and I'm feeling better. Tomorrow will be better. If only because I am driving a much nicer car. :)

Define: Stupid Car

Last night, when I went to leave Spring Arbor, my car wouldn't start. The battery wasn't dead, lights were coming on, but it refused to turn over. I don't know anything about cars, I was tired, and it was cold. The situation quickly reduced me to tears.

Somehow, Jamin managed to get it started, and I came back to Chelsea. On the way I stopped and put air in one of my tires (I need to do it once every week or so, it's got a slow leak).

Earlier today I went out to try to start my car (to make sure that it would start again, because I don't know what Jamin did to get it to work), and I saw that the tire I had put air in less than 12 hours before was totally flat.
Lovely.

My dad is planning to bring out a new tire, thank goodness, but I still just hate this stupid car.

Define: Snow Day

When I got up to brush the snow off of my car this morning, there was a lot of it. But school wasn't cancelled in Chelsea, and I saw someone's Facebook status that said the back roads weren't that good, but the highway was fine.

It seemed that some of the roads I took to get to I-94 hadn't even been plowed, but they weren't horrible, and when I got on 94, I could see all the pavement in both lanes. It looked like everybody was doing alright, so I slowly accelerated to 50-55.

I'm not sure if I turned the wheel a little bit, or braked a little (I don't think I did either of those things), but the car started sliding, and all the things I tried to do to fix it only made it worse. I started to slide off of the road sideways, then back into the other lane, and I'm not gonna lie, I freaked out. That was the first time I have ever not felt in control of the car while I've been driving.

I hadn't even made it to the first exit before that happened, and after I got straightened out, I was having trouble accelerating, the engine was just revving (black ice, I guess? I'm not sure if the problem was the road or my car.). I pulled off on the first exit and took back roads back home (really slowly, probably much to the agitation of the people behind me).

Now it makes sense that my parents were worried when it was snowy and we were out driving. I have to say, I always thought they were overreacting a little. I've never had any problems like that, and I think I'm a pretty good driver (no accidents, no tickets, etc.). But that was a really frightening experience, and it didn't have anything to do with me being unsafe or taking risks, it just happened. I'm glad that there weren't any cars near mine when it happened, and I'm really glad I was able to make it back home safely.