{"id":388,"date":"2006-11-21T08:57:01","date_gmt":"2006-11-21T14:57:01","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/paige.ericksonfamily.com\/2006\/11\/21\/i-tried-but-i-just-couldnt-do-it\/"},"modified":"2006-11-21T10:45:23","modified_gmt":"2006-11-21T16:45:23","slug":"i-tried-but-i-just-couldnt-do-it","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/paige.ericksonfamily.com\/?p=388","title":{"rendered":"I tried, but I just couldn&#8217;t do it"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Yesterday I went over to the local auto repair place to have my van inspected.  Cole was home to watch the kids and I told him I would be gone about an hour.  He was ok with that.  I brought a book, so I could sit and read.  I was prepared.<\/p>\n<p>I got there and went into the nice clean lobby (really, it&#8217;s a new place and it&#8217;s very clean), told them what I needed, and they started asking me questions.  Like, did I bring the registration form with me&#8211;uh, no.  Do I need that?  Make and model&#8212;uh, 98 Caravan, I think.  Then I had to give them my keys, which I unthinkingly gave them the whole glob of keys and keychain, because My nails aren&#8217;t strong enough to get the key off without some severe breakage.  He told me to plan on an hour and a half wait, and then I started to panic.  <\/p>\n<p>I went and sat down in the waiting area with about 5 other people and that queasy feeling got stronger.  I took out my book and looked at the page.  I tried to start reading but couldn&#8217;t concentrate.  Can&#8217;t. Stay. Here.  I had to get out.  But I had no car.  How was I going to get home?  I got up and walked out of that place, searched in my purse for my cell phone.  I could walk home, but that would take me about 25-30 minutes and I wasn&#8217;t really wearing the shoes for it.  Who could I call to come and pick me up that wouldn&#8217;t hate me for inconveniencing them?  I dialed Tess&#8217; number, since after all I had picked her up from the gym once when her car wouldn&#8217;t start.  No answer.  Darn.  So I called my next door neighbor and asked if she could please come and pick me up.  &#8220;Sure,&#8221; she said.  Bless you, I thought!<\/p>\n<p>I started walking, taking deep breaths and trying to aliviate the feeling of panic I was feeling.  Stuck with no car is just a bad feeling.  It seemed like forever for her to come and get me.  It was probably more like 10 minutes.  I felt like I was escaping from prison or something, so great was my panic.<\/p>\n<p>I failed in my mission.  I hate the car repair place.  I feel so stupid and helpless.  Even when the mechanic called me later to tell me that the car doesn&#8217;t pass emissions and to ask how long has the check engine light been on, I felt totally confused and helpless and had to call my husband and ask him to call the guy back because honestly, I couldn&#8217;t really understand what he was saying.  I try to act like an independant woman.  A woman who can take charge of her own car issues, but in reality, I panic and hate that stuff.  I&#8217;ll just go back to making the hubby take the cars in, and I&#8217;ll keep the job of the one who drives the other car and brings him home.  I&#8217;ll let him keep the balance of power on car issues and do all the talking to those mechanics (who I swear aren&#8217;t even speaking English!)  I will stick to my area of expertise&#8211;shopping&#8211;and leave the car care issues to the man.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Yesterday I went over to the local auto repair place to have my van inspected. Cole was home to watch the kids and I told him I would be gone about an hour. He was ok with that. I brought a book, so I could sit and read. I was prepared. 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