I know each of us has run into this situation at times, enough going on in life to make your head swim.
If any of you keep up with my blog, you’ll know there’s always some crisis when hubby is out of town. The last time it was the water heater. I really thought this time it would be the washer because it’s been giving us shots across the bough for over a year now. But I was wrong, at least for now (knock on wood). This time it’s my car, which is refusing to start a lot of the time. Now this issue has been going on awhile too, but you must understand we’re like most people and never fix anything until it’s on its last legs and there’s no other choice. The car decides to misbehave a while, then it behaves itself again, and there’s no issue for months.
This is the car in question
Yesterday I had some errands to run and had to make about nine stops. It decided not to start at a few places, but eventually did because I was patient.
I don’t know how many others out there have been married as long as I have, but I wonder if your husbands also think you can’t manage the situation without their expertise as if you have no mind for such matters and couldn’t decide what to do about it yourself. At these times, I feel as if he thinks I don’t have a clue about life predicaments. Somehow, it’s hard for some men (all men?) to believe you weren’t born yesterday. Last night it was impossible to carry on a conversation with my husband who thinks I’m a six-year-old in these situations. He was sure it was the battery and wanted me to have that checked before I left for work today. I had already decided I’d do that, although I had a sneaky suspicion it was the starter and not the battery, but best to rule the battery out first anyway.
Because of this whole mess, I only got four hours of sleep last night and had to stand on my feet all day to sell and demo products. I’m wiped out tonight. I set the alarm for before daybreak and was up, showered and dressed, so I could I make my phone calls, get in for the car check and get to work. I couldn’t fall asleep for the life of me.
I ended up calling the garage before it was even open and was lucky the guy answered, but he has his calls transferred to his cell for work. He told me to bring it in and he would be there shortly. Now my car’s battery is under the backseat so that had to be taken out to get to it. Who ever heard of such a thing? They determined it was my starter, which I wasn’t surprised about because the car is sixteen-years-old.
In the meantime, last night, I spoke with my neighbor who will lend me a car to use until mine is repaired. So I had that base covered. I felt good about that. She offered, even though our conversation started out about other things.
This morning I called and added roadside service to our car insurance policy in case either of us needs it. I felt I was ready to face the day, tired or not. I also have my ducks lined up for what is coming later in the car saga.
I took the car from the shop to work and it started fine for the drive home. It may well go on like that, but it’s probably wise to have it repaired. My hubby went about calling around to get the best price for that starter job today. Most likely, I’ll be taking it in on my next day off.
I took my chances and the car didn’t leave me stranded in the parking lot at work. I suspect I’ll continue to press my luck until I have a day off during the week so I can take my car in and leave it at the shop. I also have to coordinate this with my neighbor’s schedule. Meanwhile, I have a positive attitude about it because what else can anyone do really? It does no good to add more stress to your life by worrying over whether the car will start or not. Things will be the way they’re going to be. Of course it’s hard for hubby who doesn’t understand my attitude or philosophy much of the time.
This repair isn’t cheap, so I’m hoping the washer holds on a bit longer.
Does anyone else have experiences like this to share? Can you make adequate decisions in a crisis?