I have a few more vacation days I need to take before the end of the year to get some so-called “time off.” The last few days I took were anything but “time off.” I didn’t get to sit around binge watching Netflix. I didn’t get to lie in bed until noon. I didn’t get to make messes and not clean them up.
I thought this vacation was going to be different. I thought for sure I was going to get some much valuable “me time.” I thought I was going to get to watch the entire OSU vs. the team up north football game without interruption.
I was happily watching the number 1 defense (hahaha) get dismantled by an incredible Buckeye offense when it happened. I got the phone call.
My wife had taken our daughter back to school the night before and decided to stay up there because she had a headache and didn’t feel fit to drive. It was a smart move on her part. Now she was on her way home and heading south on I-75. She was just north of Lima when my vacation went to pot. Okay, Okay – it wasn’t great for her either.
“Hey, I have a flat tire,” she said. Since we don’t have that service that will give you a tow or change a tire for you, and knowing there is no way she is going to figure out how to change a tire I did the right thing. “Okay, it’s going to take me some time to get there, but I’m coming,” I told her.
Before I could put pants on I got a second phone call. “My tire is in the ditch,” she said. I asked if she was sure. “There are two of them in there; I think one of them is mine.” Was it just the tire or did the entire wheel come off? “I don’t know,” she responded. “Could you go look. It’s kind of important,” I asked.
I already knew the answer. I’m on vacation. It wasn’t going to be something simple. It was the wheel. She really didn’t need to go look, but honestly, what else was she going to do for the next hour and a half while I’m driving up to meet her.
The studs holding the wheel were completely sheared off. I stopped at the parts store and got everything I needed and then some.
I despise working on cars, but working on a car along a busy interstate is even further down the list of things I enjoy. After a lot of prayer, busted knuckles and chanting every one of my dad’s sayings when he was fixing our cars (my dad is a preacher so they were actually good quotes), I finally got her back on the road. Just to make sure I didn’t kill her, I drove her car part of the way home. The fear was real. This was the second time she has had a wheel come off of her car. The first time was my fault when I didn’t tighten the lug nuts all the way after she had a flat tire. I’m not taking the blame for this one.
I know it was an inconvenience, but it could have been much worse. We were blessed that she stayed with my daughter the night before or she would have been stranded at midnight and it could have been a lot colder, raining or snowing.
Yeah, I know. That was just one of the vacation days. What did I do the other days? My wife wants us to remodel my youngest daughter’s bedroom, which means ripping up carpet, sanding the wood floor, painting, etc. I’m using the term “us” rather loosely. So far, “us” has only been me. But I’m sure she will be happy to go shopping for new furniture to make it a team project. (Guess who will be putting the furniture together.)
If this is what time off is like, I’d rather be working.