No Good, Very Bad Day

That was yesterday. I went to the Y, in the morning, with the girls, to try a step class. I used to love it in Sherwood, had the best instructors, but here they have it at odd times or combine it with other stuff. I am just not diehard enough to combine a step class with another 20 minutes of abs and weightlifting. Of course, back in Sherwood, we had this teacher who would eat a pie or two, over the weekend, and then make us pay for it. I wish she would've warned me, I would've eaten my own pie. Anyway, this lady here was crazy as well, never take a class from someone who acts like the Energizer bunny. I left a bit early, collected the girls and went to start my van. The a/c was working great, except for the two driver's vents that were blowing hot air. You know for here in Texas, where we are having an awful heat wave and at 10 in the morning it was almost 90 degrees. I was already dripping and it just got worse. I drove home, trying to get some ideas out of my dad (our family car guy) about what it might be. Unfortunately the magic school bus has basically a fighter cockpit and Dad hasn't had as much experience with Hondas. I head into my room to call the local dealership and I hear a gigantic smash from the kitchen. Buttercup went to empty the dishwasher and dropped one of my glass measuring cups.
Last week, Fiona dropped one. Her reaction? Burst into tears and say, "I'm so sorry Mama." Buttercup's? To leap away from it and say, " I didn't do it." But I was in my room, Fiona was vacuuming her room and the cats were nowhere to be seen...maybe we have a ghost that just hates glass measuring cups.
I kept trying to get a hold of TD to figure out what we should do with the car and the man never answers any of his communications. We got him a cell phone after Fiona got diagnosed, but he never carries it. Moe wasn't even answering anything. I was getting so frustrated I had to call another sister and have her talk me down. Of course, her idea of tucking in to the pan of brownies on my countertop, while effective, was probably not the best. She did offer to send some plastic liquid measuring cups for Christmas. I called TD again and threatened to code red him using some superglue and his cell phone.
All of this wouldn't have been as bad if we hadn't dropped $700 on his car the day before. If he loved his car, it would be one thing, but I bought it last year, while he was driving a SportTrac that got about 12 miles to the gallon, during the $4 a gallon gas woes. It was exactly what he asked for, but somehow it's not exactly what he envisioned. So I take it as a personal affront because I drove all over the Houston area and managed to locate the one Honda Civic (that gets over 30mpg) in captivity. It had a few issues and I think we took it to the wrong place, talk about highway robbery.
So we get the van into the dealership and a shuttle ride home. Which left us with only the afore mentioned Civic and the 5 of us. That meant that we all had to get up with Moe and TD because they needed to leave for work at 7am and we needed the car because Fiona had her monthly trip to Texas Childrens' today. (Is it bad that I want to sneak over to the neonatal ICU and try to see the doctor from TLC's The Little Couple?) So I worked out at the Y near TD's work and hung out with the girls for 8 hours of near solid togetherness.
Can I just say how much I hate cars? I really shouldn't complain. I LOVE our minivan and we bought an extended warranty with it and the a/c problem was covered with no deductible. I am so grateful for that. I just didn't need to deal with all of that yesterday and today.