File this one under "Glad this didn't happen yesterday"
We took off for the library this morning. As we were leaving the neighborhood (the van seeming to drive a little roughly), it bucked a little and the "check engine" indicator light came on. I decided to go back home and call Tim to ask what I should do.
On the way home, I started feeling a little short of breath. So I put down the windows, and off we went (instead of the library) to the dealership. The boys complained they were cold, so I passed them blankets to cover with as all the windows were open (including the rear vent windows).
At the dealership, the boys played in the playroom for a while, checked out the vehicles on the showroom floor, wandered about...
The verdict? The Exhaust Gas Valve was stuck open.
I really did feel short of breath! It wasn't just me getting worried about the car! And I was not crazy making my babies freeze as we drove across town!
Sure, guys, you go ahead and fix that... but is there any chance we could spend the next hour at the library instead of here?
Sure, we'll have our shuttle take you over there...
So the man who drives the shuttle took us to the library (just up the road) and then picked us up when the car was finished. Just before the phone rang with the guy calling me to tell me they were coming after me, Mark started to whine about being hungry. (I was hungry too!) So $315 later (of course this isn't under the warranty; you're in bankruptcy), and with the car even washed, we went to Wendy's, had some lunch, and are back home.
Yesterday was a horrible day. The boys were rotten, it was raining, and I was overtired.
Today? Today I can take the car breaking and the change in plans in stride.
I'm glad this didn't happen yesterday.