Starting them early
I’d like to say we have 2 budding musicians on our hands, but Carson pretty much just banged as hard as he could and Betsy’s hands just aren’t quite big enough yet. But it was fun to have them both play together.
This morning we spent some time at my parents house, Round Rock donuts and Ole Taco for breakfast followed by a food coma. We headed to Kate and Steve’s around 11, had lunch, got to see Claire and then got on the road.
Of course traffic was bad in Bastrop. It almost always is. This time it was due to a fire at a fireworks warehouse. We probably spent a solid 30 minutes in stop and go traffic on a stretch of road that would normally take 5 minutes, maybe 10. Carson and Betsy had fallen asleep before we got stuck and of course they both woke up. We finally got through the traffic. Betsy started to cry after I moved back up to the front seat but eventually calmed down and slept until Rosenburg, about 10 minutes away from home. She was in good spirits and Ben and I were discussing what to do for dinner and how I needed to run to the store to get some things to make a cake for a memorial service Monday morning. Then the car breaks down as we’re stopped at a red light. Ben got it started and managed to get us to a gas station before it died again. He called AAA and I called some friends who were kind enough to bring me, Carson, Betsy, Ginger and our luggage back home. The car got towed to a shop near our house and they brought Ben home. We ordered pizza for dinner. I used a cake mix for the cake and Ben, being the wonderful man he is, agreed to deliver it in the morning on his way to work since I wouldn’t have a car. It was a stressful end to the weekend.
On the bright side, though, the kids were fine. We made it to a parking lot and weren’t trapped in the middle of the road. We have AAA. We have good friends who dropped what they were doing to come to our rescue. We have a second car. And this great guy who had stopped to get gas while we were waiting gave us some cold bottled water. It was such a kind thing to do and I was so thankful to have something cold while we waited in the 100° heat. I am fairly confident that man does not read my blog, but I am so thankful for you and your kindness. It made me realize what such a little thing can mean to someone who’s in a tough situation.
