I'm tired, y'all. Lincoln has been waking up at midnight for two weeks, both of my kids have pink eye, I'm remembering speech appointments for Lincoln and dress up days for Clark, I have groceries to buy and meals to make, and I'm trying to be Susie The School Volunteer. I. Am. Tired.
If you take nothing else from this post, know that I'm attempting to function under extreme conditions while trying desperately not to catch or further spread conjunctivitis. My brain power is at full capacity.
Today was long. We picked Clark up as a family, ran some errands, and made it to my happy place (the plant store 🪴) just as the skies let loose in a torrential downpour. After perusing and making my choices, we made a run for the car with 2 kids, a flimsy umbrella, a 20 pound diaper bag, and a cardboard box full of plants, pots, and soil. By the time we made it inside the car, the box was crumbling and we were all soaking wet.
As we traveled home, we realized that it was nearly dinner time, and we were all pretty tired. The rain was subsiding, so after we got the kids and car unloaded, I told Ryan that I'd go check and see if a BBQ food truck that he likes was open, and grab dinner to bring home.
At the exact moment that I pulled into the parking lot, the Heavens opened and dumped buckets of rain everywhere. Having upgraded to a sturdier umbrella while I was home, I was confident that I'd be fine. I hopped out of the car and headed to order. While standing there, I discovered that they must park in the lowest point of the entire parking lot, as my boots and socks were rapidly filling with cold, dirty rainwater.
Bless the woman in the food truck who was trying to help the vegetarian woman order BBQ for her entire family. She even helped me maneuver the checkout system, as I'm too short to reach up that high. 🤦♀️
I ran back to the car to wait for my order and excitedly text Ryan that they were there, open, and had ribs. That's the holy trinity of food truck BBQ! A few moments passed, she called out my order, I waded through calf-high water with a current, and retrieved dinner for my family. Feeling like Superwoman.
Once settled back into the car, I put the keys in the ignition, turned them, and...nothing except the radio turned on. I knew that obviously my battery was working, because I had lights and music, and assumed that I just hadn't turned the key far enough. So I tried again. Same result. Hmmmm. Maybe I need to take my keys out and start over. Which would have been a decent idea if I could have gotten my keys out, but they were STUCK.
I have encountered this a few times in my driving career, so I calmly moved the steering wheel around a few times and jiggled my keys again. They weren't budging. I continued this dance of turning the keys all the way forward, all the way back, move the steering wheel, jiggle keys, huff with exasperation, think for a few seconds, and turning the keys again for a solid five minutes.
My next step in problem solving was Google. It literally holds all the information on earth. I input a couple searches, skimmed the answers, and found that the good people of the internet don't have many more ideas in this situation than I had already tried.
Soaking wet from literal head to toe, hot and sweaty from wrestling with my entire steering column, and near tears, I called Ryan. He ran through a couple things I had already tried, I tried them again with him on the call, and then we started brainstorming. He was at home with 2 kids and 1 carseat. I had 2 carseats and a disabled car, in the pouring rain, with food that I don't eat getting colder by the second.
Nearing a complete mental breakdown to accompany this weird half breakdown of my car, I threw my hands in the air and gave up. I told Ryan "I don't understand. My battery isn't dead - I have lights and music when I turn the key. I can turn them off by pulling the key all the way back toward me. I've moved the steering wheel every direction that it goes. My keys are locked into the ignition, but the engine won't turn on. WHAT DO I DO?!" He very calmly ran through the list of things I had tried, and briefly hesitated (assuredly debating whether he was risking divorce by asking his exhausted, stressed, panicked wife the question that he was considering) before saying, "...and the car is in park?"
Y'all!!!! MY CAR WASN'T IN PARK. I had driven up, and apparently just pulled my keys out of the ignition without taking it out of drive!! Of course, the engine won't start and automatically be in drive, risking the lives of all around. Point, you, car makers of the world.
I'm tired. Like spend-15-minutes-fighting-to-get-my-keys-out-of-the-ignition-without-checking-to-be-sure-the-car-was-in-park tired. Enjoy this photo of Clark eating marginally cold ribs while I go to bed at 7pm and sleep until Monday.
