Last Thursday I was driving home and something didn’t feel right in the car, the clutch was noisy and vibrating under my foot like a mad thing. The next day my fears were confirmed the clutch was on its way out, not gone but I was advised to only really drive it in an emergency until it is fixed as I could break down anywhere – this is my worst fear breaking down at some busy junction with the kids in the car, I wouldn’t have a clue what to actually do and would probably sit and cry until someone rescued me.
A week on I am still car-less, a week of trying to get all the everyday jobs done without a car has taught me a few things;
- I am seriously unfit – a year ago I hated driving the car it filled me with so much anxiety I would avoid it at all cost’s, I used to walk everywhere go shopping and lug it all home, everyone would say I’m mad because I had a car but still chose to do it all by foot but I was in great shape. Now after the school run I’m all puffed out!
- I took my little car for granted – I took for granted just being able to jump in and go where ever, well within reason I’d aim for places I knew I could park at (still not cracked that one). Being at home is boring, after a morning at nursery the girls aren’t up for a big walk we’ve been trying to go to the park on the way home for little bit but most of the afternoon’s have been spent at home so I’ve been having to come up with crafty stuff for us to do.
- My children are huge whinge bags – before the car they used to be good little walkers especially Maisy she was always so good at walking long distances, now they’re used to the car I have two little whiney children, don’t get me wrong I know they’re usually a little tired from nursery but you’d think I was asking them to climb mount Everest the way they go on. “Mummy my leg’s can’t make it”
- I have some seriously good balancing skills – I can push a pushchair one handed whilst balancing two scooters on top and holding one of the whinging children without crashing, it’s a skill I’m now strangely proud of.
- Public transport is still crap – sorry but it is. Yesterday I paid £2.20 to catch a bus (£2.20!!! I used to pay 90p, inflation gone cray cray) firstly it was late, I was on the bus for about 6 minutes stood up of corse as the push chair bay was rammed. I feel a little robbed, it’s not an experience I’m in a hurry to repeat.
It’s been a long old week for me and as the car won’t be fixed until next Saturday I have another week of tantrums (me and the children) and tiered legs to look forward to. So sorry little car for ever taking you for granted, if you promise to never break again I promise to never ever accidentally reverse you into the garage again (it was only a little bump I swear you can’t even see a mark).