Sunday, September 2, 2007

As long as we're all still together

This Labor Day weekend has been nerve wracking, to say the least. The one nice thing about it was that my husband's boss gave him Friday off because their team had been working hard on a project that will not end anytime in the near future. The second great thing was that my kids were going to be shipped off to my in-laws for the weekend, so my husband and I could have quality time together! We were on our merry way when my car starts making a high pitched squealing noise and we try to make it to the next exit, which seems to be an eternity away. We barely coasted up hill on the exit into a Target parking lot. The car died. We smelled burning rubber and rotten eggs. It was 95 degrees outside. My oldest had fallen asleep, so she was oblivious. My youngest was chatting the whole time. It was driving me bonkers.

When we called roadside assistance they said it would be 3 hours before anybody could help us. Then we also found out, they wouldn't have enough room for all of us on the truck. We called my in-laws to see if they could come and pick the girls up and take them to their house. They said yes at first, then when they got into some traffic, they called and said they were going back home. I panicked! At that point, I was hoping we could all have the same goal in mind, and think of my kids first. That, at least, they would be taken care of so my husband and i could take care of the stupid car. My mother in law griped because the spagetti she was making for dinner was probably ruined. I'm not sure why she couldn't have stayed at home to cook her dinner, and then my father in law pick up the girls. I'm thinking, it's only spagetti. It's not filet mignon, and it was her GRANDKIDS after all. So, my husband called them back saying, "No, we really need you to come and get them". They were there in only 45 minutes. Now, at least my kids were taken care of.

The tow truck driver actually showed 15 minutes later. He was nice! His name was, Ed. He got our car on the back of the truck and were off to Goodyear. This is all late on a Friday, so really nothing was going to happen til Saturday, anyway. Well, after the diagnosis was made on my car it turned out to be something on the powertrain that should be covered still under warranty. But, Goodyear doesn't honor Isuzu warranties. Neither does the dealership that we bought our car from that was only 10 minutes away. I wanted to rip the head off of every body at the Crest dealership! So, here we go. We tow my car once again to a dealership in Mesquite that does still honor Isuzu warranties. But, of course they won't have a chance to take a look at my car until next Wednesday. If we would have left my car at Goodyear and asked them to skip the warranty and just fix it, it would have been about $4k. The car is barely worth that much. By 2 o'clock I think I had cried a total of 3 times. I was stressed.

My in laws have 3 cars between the 2 of them. They are retired. My husband asked if we could borrow one for a week, and they were nice enough to agree. We've been married for 9 years now, and he's never asked them for anything. We've never had to, til now.

We've been trying to follow our "Baby Steps", as Dave Ramsey calls them. But, the last 5 weeks, we've been bleeding problems that aren't fixed with just $5 fixes. It's hundreds of dollar fixes. Each time. I'm afraid to ask, "What next, Lord?". God must think we're pretty strong, because of all He's handed us lately. I'm not sure I can take anything else. Thoughts of selling our house and just renting for a while start filling a permanent place in our heads. We need to get out from the dark cloud of debt hanging over us and just be free for a while. The house we are in, isn't necessarily our dream house anyway. It would take at least $100k to make it that way, and it's not worth that. We would just rather move into another house that cosmetically only needs some paint or something. Renting something smaller would also let us take a vacation with our kids that we haven't done in a while. At this point, I could care less about what people say about how this may look. The Jones' aren't worth keeping up with. They're in debt up to their eyeballs, and I don't want that kind of life. After they rack up the debt to their eyeballs, they cower and declare bankruptcy. That option has never crossed my mind, or my husbands.

This is all just stuff. It's rubble in Gods eyes. It doesn't matter where I live, as long as I have my husband and kids all under the same roof.

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