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Thursday, February 12, 2009

Parakevidekatriaphobia it is not


I do not have a fear of Friday the 13th (parakevidekatriaphobia)...but I do NOW have a fear of the DAY BEFORE Friday the 13th...
This morning after finally getting all 3 kidlinks and their school bags, hats etc into the car, belting them up (no, that didn't come out right)..I mean putting on all their seat belts, and then jumping behind the wheel, I turned the key and ....tick..tick..tick...then silence. NOTHING. Just one DEAD car. One very flat Batt. A call to Adan, unloaded kidlinks....a phone call to school to let them know we would be a bit, okay, maybe VERY late....Adan arrived, jump started car -from out of the boot (I never knew before that Beamers housed the battery in the back of the car. Hey Germans, nice thinking) and finally, car started again. Kids back into car, Adan left to go BACK to work again...and off I went on my school run.
Got a great park at the Prep unit car park (should go that late every day!!) and had to leave my car running while I took Mac and Luke into class. Asked some parents still chatting in the car park if they would watch my car for me explaining the flat batt. problem. No worries they said. Off I toddled with the 3 kids when one of the parents made that noise you make when something is clearly WRONG...then, "Deb...do you know you have a flat tyre?".....Mmm, no I DID NOT KNOW I HAD A FLAT TYRE...a flat batt. yes. Flat tyre? No. That would explain the weird noise I had just heard driving down the Prep driveway.... A really REALLY nice Dad told me to take the kids into school as he would change the tyre for me. When I got back out to the car park, there was one very frustrated Dad...the tyre would not come off. I thanked him profusely offered him an empty packet of Baby wipes to clean his grease ridden hands (I didn't know it was empty to start with) and called Adan again....
As it was the first School Mass for the year, decided to leave the car in the prep car park still jacked up on one side, gave up on getting Febes to Kindy on time and headed off to the cathedral for the mass. When mass was finished, the car wheel was fixed, engine started first time and Febes finally made it to Kindy in time for morning tea!
I know things come in 3's, so I'm nervously waiting for the third glitch in my day. Could Friday the 13th REALLY be any worse than today????

4 comments:

  1. Dead battery PLUS flat tyre within an hour of each other is freaky, spooky and more than a bit of bad luck...therefore, I will join you in suspecting that there is cause to be quite afraid of Thursday the 12th.

    The most torturous part of your spooky story was that you had to go to Mass....now, that's cruel.

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  2. Maybe that's the third thing!!!

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  3. So now you have to come up with a name for this new phobia.

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  4. Freakinthursdaythetwelphobia

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