So the past 5 days have been gloomy for us Bunn's. You know what they say: "When it rains it pours" and who better to prove that theory than the Bunn family?! Some families play board games, we try to see how many things can go wrong in one week. So far it seems like a lot. Here are a few of the highlights or maybe lowlights would be more accurate.
On Saturday we went to the playground as a family and since I had gotten a nap and was feeling energized I decided to play with Brisa instead of sitting with Carson like I usually do. The first thing Brisa wanted to do was climb up the slide then slide back down. I helped her up the waited for her to slide down. She was feeling silly and decided to slide down on her belly, so she went down feet first and when she got to the bottom her feet hit the ground and somehow jolted her forward so she hit her mouth on the slide and started screaming. I scooped her up and then she started bleeding everywhere. We came home and washed her up and fed her lots of otter pops. She bruised her gums and upper lip and it still hurts. I have to cut up all her food super small so that she doesn't have to bite in to things because that hurts her. Smoothies have been her main source of food for 5 days now. Chad blames me for making her accident prone, I think it could have happened to anyone.
On Sunday we woke up early and miraculously got in the car to go to church 5 minutes early! Unfortunately the aforementioned car didn't start. So we walked. Uphill. In church shoes. Lovely. While at church I remembered that on Friday Brisa had turned on the light over her car seat while we were putting our groceries in the car and wouldn't let me turn it off so I thought that the battery had probably died and so we were feeling hopeful! We got home and our neighbor was kind enough to jump it for us. It started! Crisis averted! We were able to go to Meghan and Carlyle's house for dinner as planned and were so happy we made it because it was the most delicious food I've had in a long time. We came home were waiting in front of our house for the garage door to open, got halfway in the garage and the car died. It was bedtime so we just tried to start it a few times and finally it turned on and we got it inside, closed the garage and went up to bed.
On Monday Chad had to go to work bright and early, so we just prayed he would make it to the mechanic by his office. It started up fine and everything seemed like it was going to work, but then it died at a red light a few miles from his destination. He coasted into the suicide lane and waited. He didn't get out of the car because literally EVERYDAY since we moved here there has been pedestrians hit by motorists on Chads commute. After ten minutes one of Chads co-workers came by and they were able to jump it to get it started and then his coworker drove away and Chad continued on his way. For a block. Miraculously another co-worker stopped and tried to jump the car again, but she was dead. There was a church across the street so they pushed the car there and Chad waited for a tow truck. They towed it to the shop and Chad hung out until they could drive him to his office. Then we waited to hear what was wrong, they said it could have been one of two things.
At around this time I was reading books with Brisa. Out of the corner of my eye I see a crazy baby climbing on his sisters craft table and teetering on the edge about to fall. Being the hero that I am I spring into action and run on my knees to grab him before he falls. BAM! Puzzle piece to the knee. Not just any puzzle piece a puzzle piece with one of those little red pegs that make it oh so easy for little hands to hold on to them. It made my whole leg get that funny bone feeling then I cried. I texted Chad once I could sit up so he could feel sorry for me and maybe send a sympathy pizza. He told me he wouldn't pay for my medical bills and to suck it up. My husband, ladies and gentlemen. I didn't ask about the pizza. So now I can't walk up and down the stairs, I just scoot up and down on my butt like a baby.
Chad finally got the call and of course it is both things! I say things because I have no idea what is wrong, if I had to guess it would be a gasket, or a plug or belt or something else car-y, I'm a mom, not a mechanic. What I do know is we are out $1000. They had to drive to another shop to get a part, it turns out it was the wrong part and so they have to keep our dear sweet Santa Fe over night. Sweet dreams Santa, and remember you can always call home if you get scared.
On Tuesday we got word that while poking around in the engine they discovered our timing belt needed to be replaced! Ok fine, here's another $270 dollars and why don't you keep her another day, its not like I want to leave my house anyway!
Today we got word that they made all the repairs, but there is still a "hiccup" that they are trying to figure out. Turns out the timing belt had likely bumped something and it was now dented and had to be replaced. They ordered the part and it will take a couple days to get in and since its labor day weekend they wont be able to work on it until Tuesday. Don't ask me how I plan on getting groceries this weekend because I don't know. I'd walk, but I was recently crippled by a puzzle piece.
Fortunately we have just as many things to be thankful for as we do to be bitter about.
On Saturday we got to spend the whole day together as a family without having to run any errands.
On Sunday we made it home before the car died and weren't stranded on the side of the road in the dark with our two kids.
On Monday Chad was blessed with not one, but two co-workers to help him get the car to safe place to wait for a tow truck, and our insurance offers free towing.
On Tuesday The shop offered 10% off our bill because it was taking so long, and Carson took his first step.
And today the shop told us they would cover all costs for the last repair since they couldn't determine if it was dented before it came in =, or while they were replacing the timing belt, saving us $1000.
*BONUS* We still don't have it as bad as Job. ;)
