The Joy of Dead Batteries

This morning I was awoken by my wonderful husband, Todd. Though I was happy to hear his voice his reason for calling soon darkened my mood. It seemed that it the midst of quickly exiting his car last night, I failed to turn off the car completely AND withdraw my keys from the ignition. In my defense- I had just returned from taking Caleb's friend to his dad, filled up the gas tank for Todd and made a quick stop into Rite aid to get some last minute drinks for our friends who were on their way over.

All excuses aside, Todd had gotten into his car at 5:00 am and upon discovering that his car was dead, he left me a note and took off to work in my car instead.

If I had only planned to stay around the house today, it would have been okay. Unfortunately, I had made plans to meet a friend from high school and her four kids at Stony Creek Park. So, I did what any woman would do, I called my dad.

My awesome Dad, who was thankfully home, came over within 30 minutes and not only brought a battery charger, but he cleaned off the battery, stuck around and watched the news with me while we waited and then stayed for a few minutes after we got the car started to make sure it stayed running.

I was only about 20 minutes late for our park "date" and in the end, my friend still arrived after us. I did have to pay to enter the park because Todd does not have a metro park pass, but I figure the four dollars I had to pay was worth being able to spend a nice afternoon catching up with an old friend and allowing our children to make new friends as well.