It's been a long day...

    With the unexpected addition of the Range Rover, we became a 3 car family.  Today, we went all the way down to 1 and miraculously made it back up to 3 by 8pm!

    Come June 25th a giant 18 wheeler will be picking up all our worldly possessions and then we will load up in the Highlander and drive the 1200 miles to Santa Clara, CA.  In preparation for this journey we are getting everything tuned up, so at 1pm today we dropped it off (the Highlander) to get the front brakes redone.  We made it all the way back to Austin St before Caleb remembered he was supposed to pick up the Range Rover which had been dropped off 3 days earlier to have the transmission looked at.  It got rave reviews and a clean bill of health so was ready for pick up.  We dropped Caleb off and the kids and I headed home for naps.  After about 20 minutes (the shop was 5 minutes away) I started to wonder about him.  Every time I called his phone went straight to voice mail.  No answers from texts or emails. He was MIA.
    Trying not to panic, I just packed a couple boxes, got all the utilities on either end of this shindig set up, and kept calling his phone with no answer.  About 4:15 I got a call from an unknown number which I answered.  Usually, as I'm sure most of you know, I would screen the crap out of that, but with all the insurance, landlords, utility companies, etc. calling me these days I've given up and just started answering.  Lo' and behold, it's young Caleb Johnson.  The Range Rover didn't make it 100 yards down the road before the battery died.  Died as in can't be jumped, died.  Much like Mr. Johnson's cell phone which had also died leaving him stranded.
    Caleb had been negotiating his way through a borrowed cell phone, recruited 2 volunteers to push the Rover from one gas pump to another (one of which had their own broken down car), and even cashed in a dollar for quarters for a mysterious pay phone that everyone swore existed, but which was never found.  The borrowed cell phone called a tow truck that never showed up (and turned out was never dispatched). He eventually convinced the receptionist at the company next door to let him borrow the phone to call me.  The babies and I showed up around 4:30 to pick him up in the only working vehicle on the Johnson books.
    We headed to Walmart to buy a new battery.  We headed home for about an hour before the shop called to say the Highlander was ready for pickup.  Off we went again to pick up another car, this time everyone made it home for dinner and Caleb even stopped off to change the battery in the Range Rover which then started up like nothing had happened.  We had some dinner and then.... loaded up one last time to retrieve the last of our vehicular arsenal.  This time we followed Caleb and the Rover home, just in case.
    Needless to say, Caleb has had a very long day, and is now hard at work doing his day job after spending the day in the parking lot of Racetrac awkwardly approaching strangers.  We survived, but are both kind of in panic mode about the size of our to do list vs. the time we have to get things done.  Did I mention Caleb leaves Sunday and doesn't come back until Thursday??
    I will end with the phrases I've said 1000 times in the last 3 weeks... Awesome.  It's gonna be fine :)