My father's day post was late on the account of exhaustion. Pure, utter exhaustion. Aaron and I had the most eventful weekend of our lives. I wish I could say it was full to the brim of fun, exciting, and positive thing. But, what fun would that be, right? Ha! (This post is mainly to journal the experience Aaron and I shared over the weekend. Some day we'll look back and laugh about it, I'm sure! Just give us some time!)
Friday Morning: My car's display panel states, "Low Tire." Neat. No problem. I'll just call Aaron. Wrong. When I left the house for work, he was on the couch watching ESPN with The Cat. His cell phone was inevitably on silent and in the bedroom. Ring. Ring. Ring. No answer. So, what did I do? Drove to work and decided to just tell him about it later.
Friday Afternoon: Text from Aaron, "You have a nail in your tire. Can I come in and get your keys?" He, sweetly, came to my work and searched the parking deck for my car. Awwww! He comes up to my office, gets my keys, and takes my car in to get the tire fixed. Problem solved. Fantastic.
Friday Evening: We frantically pack like mad people after working late, so we can get down to Central Arkansas at a good time. We load up the car and are on our way. Oops. We forgot one of the father's day gifts. So we drive back home, retrieve the gift, and then start the trip over. This time, we make it to Alma. But, its there that we get a flat tire. Different tire than the one that had the nail in it earlier in the day. Neat. Aaron changes the tire and decides we shouldn't risk driving the other 2.5 hrs to Benton without a spare. Especialy since the tires need replacing pretty bad. The drive back to Fayetteville was at the blistering speed of 55 mph on the interstate, hazaards flashing all the while! The good thing? We averaged 40 mpg on the way back to Fayetteville! (By the way, how goodlookin' is my husband? I just love him! He was so nice to let me take pictures during such a stressful time! Thanks, babe!)
Saturday Morning: We wake up early (6:30) to take care of the tire issue and order some new ones. Nobody opens until 8:30. Bummer. We sit around and wait till the shops open. Once the shops open, it doesn't take us long to realize that NO ONE keeps my size tires in stock. Faaaabulous. So...we decide to use Aaron's Pathfinder for the drive back to Benton. We get 10 miles down the interstate when we realized we forgot the SAME father's day gift that we forgot the DAY before. Dumb. We just couldn't get it together. So, we go back home, pick up the gift, and start the journey over...again!
Saturday Afternoon: Traffic, 6 miles before we get to Morrilton. Not a problem, except Aaron's alternator is having some issues and the A/C doesn't exactly enjoy being ran while the car is idol. What does this mean? It means 45 minutes sitting still in traffic. In the middle of cornfields. At 1:30 pm on a 95 degree weather day. Sweeeeet. Finally arrive in Benton at 2:30 pm. We have a seat on my parents' couch and immediately pass out. For 2 hours! Ha!
Can you seriously believe all of this? It was insane! We had no idea if we would ever, actually make it to Benton. Luckily we did and got to spend Father's Day with our wonderful Dad's. It was all so worth it. The good news? The drive back to NWA was WAY less eventful! And I was SO proud of how Aaron and I handled ourselves through it all. We laughed and joked about everything. Even when we were frustrated beyond imagination. We never let it show and kept the other one's spirit up. Thanks for everything, Babe! I love you.