Here’s where the erosion of your sanity will get you…
Our company’s vans died literally dead seemingly all at once (ummm, today), and we are now in a pickle. So I found two online, had them brought down from Murfreesboro, TN (which took some doing), and I’ve been scrambling to figure out how in the world I’d pay for them (cue having faith that God will provide).
Oh, and this was all before 11 am this morning.
Long story short, I had made ninety-hundred thousand zillion calls, eyes bugged out in front of the computer, and dealing with damn car salesmen (sorry, Lance) for hours by the time I finally got in my car with a plan.
I’d meet Keith and Blake at a Starbucks where they were working, grab Blake, and we’d go pick up a van. We would go back late and get the other one. Fine.
From my house to Starbucks (in neighboring Mississippi towns), it is about 15 minutes, then beyond that it’s an additional probably 40 minutes into Tennessee across Memphis to the car dealership.
I stopped at the bank on the way, got two checks cut, and answered at least 4 more calls about these vans. And just drove….
I drove all the way – 40 minutes across Memphis – to the dealership.
As we were pulling into the gate at the place, Brady said, “Mom, were we supposed to pick up Blake?”
So I made a loop and drove all the way back across Memphis to the Starbucks for Blake.
Then we drove back across Memphis again to the dealership.
I didn’t even cry.
Erosion, I tell you.