Tires

Baseball practice went well, but very cold.  Then, was fallowed by a pretty good weekend considering all of the action going on around here.  It went by too fast and now my son and I are back to fighting every morning about school.  The little monster thinks he should not have to go to school.  Ever.  So every morning I literally have to carry him to the car.  Well truck in my case.

A truck I have loved for years, but has been sitting in the drive unoccupied all weekend.  Well the truck is fine and ready to go, but the tires have failed both of us.  We are waiting for new ones to be in today to get my favorite vehicle back on the road where it belongs. 

This all happened before ball practice on Friday.  One of the tires started cracking down the middle.  After a few minutes, my brother had it patched up and ready to sit and wait for the new tires to be placed on.  Him and my dad were afraid for me to drive very far in it. So since we live in the middle of nothing, Dad made me take his truck to baseball practice.  His reasoning......"It is too cold for me or you to have to put on a spare on the side of the road."

So reluctantly he brings me the keys to the truck he had just bought from my grandmother.  While he stayed behind to baby sit my truck and tires.  Ten minutes later we are on the road to baseball practice. 

During those ten minutes I was given all of the rules of driving again, but this time it was worse than it was 16 years ago.  Well maybe I just did not listen back then.  Who knows, but it was kinda sad this time around seeing my dad standing there like I would be arrested and sent to prison somewhere in the third realm of Hell. 

Naturally, since my mother was not at home I called his neighbor, his brother, to check in and make sure he would make it for the next two hours without his truck at home within visuals of him.  Thus, distracting dad and lessening the questioning when I returned.  I knew it would happen.  It may be a day or a week, but something will come up and it will be my fault.  Then I will have to put up with him cranky for a week or two.  No, I do not live with Dad, but not very far away, and can not avoid him since he has a pond fully loaded with fish that I can not pass up. This week is the most important fishing week of the year since my little monster wants fish fried for his B-Day!

Today I am waiting for a phone call because I know I did not put the seat back in it's "correct position" for his long legs.  He had to drive it to work today, which is just about the only place you will ever catch him going.  Although unlikely to hear from him over the phone it is still unnerving.  He likes to sit and sulk before he complains and then he will make you wish you had been arrested and sentenced to the third realm of Hell.

He will probably never read this, but my mother will.  So I better tell my brother and Dad thanks for helping with the tire issue this weekend while my husband was out of town (not that he would have helped, if he were here).  I kind of liked Dad's truck.  The thing has a great heater, but I do love mine more.  Mine has camo which makes everything better.