If you missed part one, you gotta check it out here!
It was Monday morning and the boy and I were off to take Hubby to the train station. Although it was Columbus Day, he still had to work and I was fine with that. With his behavior the day before, defacing someone else’s car in front of my sister and our son, I needed a day away from him. I hoped and prayed that nothing would be-fall on him while at work, even though he was more than childish the day before. I knew, though, that nothing would happen. I had this feeling in my heart that whatever lesson he was to learn in the next few days, the Lord wanted his family to bear witness.
Sonny Boy and I ended up having a great day. We took care of most of our grocery list for the week and even had time to play a bit before going to pick up Daddy at the train station. Hubby was in a great mood and so were we. It was like nothing had happened the day before, but being that intuitive wife and mom that I am, I knew that the other shoe would drop soon.
Hubby had surprised me by wanting to go and finalize all of our paperwork at the rental office where we are moving. I had been asking and asking him for weeks to go and take care of that and we were finally going. I knew that he was tired from working but he was motivated to go get it done.
We got there at the nick of time, with hubby driving like a maniac, of course. The lady at the office reviewed the paper work, told us that we would get a call in a few days and we could come back and pick out our place.
On our way home, I just knew that something was about to happen. We ended up being at the office a bit longer than expected, and it was just about dinner time for all of us. One thing everyone should know about my family is that when we are all hungry and there is no food in sight, bad things happen. I have an issue with low blood sugar and so does my boy, so if we are both in need of nourishment and don’t get it, we both turn into 3-year-olds. Since my boy is 3 already, its fine for him, but me? Yeah, I haven’t been 3 in oh, 23 years, so it’s not a pretty sight. Also, when this happens, Hubby gets very annoyed with us and tends to (much to my chagrin) pull into the nearest fast food place and grab us anything from the dollar menu.
Well, it was that time and even worse, we were in the middle of nowhere. No fast food anything nearby so we needed to get home quickly. We had finally reached the main part of town near the highway back home. While waiting for the light to turn green, I started to smell smoke. And then, here comes the smoke from under the hood. I immediately started to snicker and Hubby immediately started to worry. I looked over at the gauges and saw that the car was extrememly over-heated. The smoke was getting thicker and thicker, and the light was still red.
“Is it green yet?!” Hubby yelled.
“I think it is…just hold on. There’s a truck at the intersection.”
I need to pull in at that gas station on the corner! I have to pull over now!”
“Ok, OK, it’s starting to move. Hold on.”
We moved up a bit and he drove on the curb to get to the gas station. He turned off the car, popped the hood and jumped out of the car. The smoke waffed up in his face and I knew he was just as heated at that engine. But, for once, I wasn’t phased by this. I knew that it was coming, I knew that my husband needed to learn a lesson, and this was it.
The owner of the gas station and the mechanic came over to see if they could help. They told hubby what seemed to be the problem with the car and informed him that he should go take care of it today, if possible.
“How much is in the checking account?” Hubby growled at me.
“Huh?” I was in a daze, listening to the radio, wondering what time we would end up getting home and if I could get dinner done in a timely fashion.
“I’m sorry, why do you need to know how much is in the account?” I was totally lost.
“Just forget it!” Boy he was uber-pissed at that moment, but I didn’t say a word. I let him go through it. One thing that Hubby’s grandmother had told me right before he and I got married, is sometimes as a wife, you have to know when to say something, when to say something again, and when to shut the hell up. this was a time to shut the hell up. And I was fine with that.
Hubby grabbed the anti-freeze from the trunk, filled up the car, and got back in. The car wasn’t really over-heating anymore and we were on our way…..or so we thought….
To be continued….
(ok, guys, I know it’s another cliff hanger, but this is a long story and i’d rather give it to you in installments than write a whole long post. Plus, you all know you wouldn’t read a long one anyway and isn’t it more fun to read it in a cliff-hanger form? lol will continue it tomorrow….promise!)