Day 3,532

The Dead Truck and Pooped Mom

So, we’ve done a lot of exploring lately. And apparently, our truck decided we were done yesterday. Dad went to go workout at 7AM, came back two minutes later to the room to grab my keys, and left with the suburban instead of the truck. Dead battery.

 Forgetting that he’d done that early in the morning, by the time lunch came around, we were needing to run to Publix for some sandwich supplies and headed down to the suburban. Of course, it wasn’t there because Daddy had taken it, so we asked Mr. Louie—our newest fix-it friend—to jump the truck. He did it gladly and we were on our way. 

Adam said that whatever I do, not to turn off the truck. So, we piled in, did the best we could to safely buckle up for the mile long trip up the street, and...

I forgot not to turn off the truck. 

So, for the second time in half an hour, we had the truck jumped. This time, by a friendly Publix shopper—Mr. Earl. 

Then I fed them lunch, ran them at the park, put them to naps, Dad came home, we went to supper, and wrapped up our day with our family Bible study time. 

And then we passed out. 



This has been our set up the past few days. I’ll update more on what’s happening here by the end of the weekend. . Suffice to say, we’ve managed all sleeping arrangements pretty flawlessly. The no-backyard, no-kitchen, no-table situation...eh, not so much.