This weekend was full of surprises, I don’t know where to start because there are so many golden nuggets that pushed my patience to the brink. So this was a banner weekend, my birthday and my daughters dance competition. I have officially turned into a dance mom, and it is a bit nuts, but my daughter loves it, so we will ride this out until further notice.
My daughters competition was about two hours from our house which required an overnight stay. Not wanting to mess anything up, I booked our hotel room weeks in advance. My husband sat out this activity and my mother gladly joined us for a girls weekend. We arrive at our destination, unload, and I am ready for a cosmopolitan. Happy Birthday to Me !
It all comes to a screeching halt with the hotel not having any record of my reservation. We go through the alphabet of possible spellings, I have my neighbor come to my house and scour through my trash and desk blotter for anything that resembles a confirmation number. No such luck. I should have known it was screwed up when I didn’t receive a confirmation email ( Note to self…always check your email.) So almost an hour later, and several hotels called they find us a room…we reload the car, then a women comes running outside to tell us that there was a cancellation..thank goodness as my blood was at a boiling point. Hallelujah! We enjoyed a wonderful dinner of burned hamburgers and wilted lettuce salad and a very bad cosmopolitan. Did I mention it was my birthday?
Competition was spectacular and my daughters team swept their category. It was great to see. So once it was all over I was itching to get back home. We load up the car and one minute into our ride, the car starts lurching, stalling, stops in the middle of an intersection. What is going on? everyone is yelling, screaming, shouting left and right. The car felt like a bumper car, completely out of control and unable to drive. We make our way to a gas station, and then secure a $240 tow back to our dealer. I will tell you that the car only has 45,000 miles and two years old. Thankfully a friend was still local and crammed us into her car. I felt like the Griswalds on Family Vacation. My mom was Aunt Edna, jammed in the back amongst suitcases, good thing she is only 4′ 10″, I mean 4’11″.
So yesterday I get a rental car, can you see my back account just draining, because I know I do. I anxiously call the dealer to see what the problem is with the car. They say its very unusual….agreed. The verdict comes in at 3pm and I need a new transmission. Hold the Phone… WHAT!!! SERIOUSLY!! how did this happen? I am dead meat, surely my husband will feed me to the wolves. I am literally ruining every car I touch. My husband said that we are not paying for it, and if its not fixed I will be the new definition of stay at home mom, without a car. Yikes, that hurt.
Turns out the transmission fluid was down 3 quarts, with no leaks or cracks. Yeah not my fault. It possibly lies in my quick change oil place, the tire guys who screwed me with brakes, or my car is a lemon. Who knows, I am just happy that we are not paying $6,000 for a new transmission. I will say that I think I am deserving of a birthday do over. In my mind I am only forty until I blow out some candles and make a wish. It might have something to do with cars.
