Last weekend we began the stressful experience that is moving house. Urg. The only reason I haven’t completely flipped my lid so far is the new house is HUGE, has a spa, and is damn near perfect in every single way possible. It’s hard to stay stressed when you’re coming home to something you love… oh yeah, and a two person spa that’s big enough for both Emily and I to completely submerge in. Nice!
My car has proved itself over and over this past week. I had no idea I could get TWO single mattress’ inside, or my very large desk. I’ve managed to pack so much into it, it’s been amazing.
I love my car. I really do. I don’t look after it as best as I possibly should, but I totally love it.
We’ve moved into a brand new estate, into a basically brand new house. This is NOT your average rental!!
One of the perks of moving into a new estate, especially when you have the “boyest” of boys there is, is all the vacant land, building and construction going on. Diggers, and earth movers, and cement trucks… oh my! And for the grown ups? Mud, and dirt, and spinning tires… Oh my!
Thursday night I had an ‘itch’. A desire to go for a bit of paddock bashing aka taking the SUV for a spin on the vacant land. We’d done a couple of small U-Turns on there already, and the kids LOVED IT!! More than I ever expected them too. They were not scared, they just squealed with delight, especially when the little bump I went down turned into more of a bum-off-seats ditch.
So… we decided to jump in the car for a bit of after dinner fun. My first clue against NOT doing it should have been the fact I had already bathed both kids. Clean kids into a car, driving on dirt… something will go wrong. And oh boy, did it!!
After driving around the section at the top of our street, I wondered, “What’s down that way?” and off we went to find out. The other factor into mishap would be the fact that it had just finished raining for a solid 36 hours straight. But that was ok, just more puddles to splash through. Right?
Splash! Weeee! Fishtailing back end! WOO HOO!!
Craaaap! I thought I would just dip my left side into the puddle, make a big splash over the car, and continue back home. Not what happened. After a couple of attempts to move, I had to accept the fact we were stuck… aaaaand, we were walking home.
This is the moment I realised JUST how different my two kids really are. Master 3 thought it was the best part of the journey. He leapt out of the car and jumped both feet into the first muddy patch of water he could find. He ran off to hunt out the frogs that were all creaking and generally had a muddy, dirty blast of a good time!
Miss 6 however, now known as ‘Princess’ for the remainder of her years, did not enjoy the return trip as much. She started freaking out in the car, carrying on that we were going to have to live in the car forever (eye roll), then complained every step that mud was getting between her toes, it felt really disgusting, it was cold and it was making her dirty. She refused to leave her shoes in the car for fear that something might happen to them and generally princessed her way home the entire time.
Eventually, we made it back home. All of us needed a second shower and the kids were popped into bed. It was then that Emmy realised her engagement ring was still in the car. CRAP! I was not going to risk leaving such an expensive item in a car abandoned in the middle of no where. Although good luck to anyone willing to get that dirty trying to get it. I headed back on my own to retrieve the ring.
Now, I don’t like losing. Actually that’s wrong. I DON’T LOSE!! I had done a little bit of googling to see the best ways to un-bog a car from mud, and off I went with two old blankets and sheer determination. Apparently, that wasn’t enough. Didn’t work. All that happened was I came home very, very dirty.
Thank goodness I make soap!!! And boy did it take a lot of it to get me clean again.
The next day, we dropped Princess off at school and returned to the scene of the crime to figure out how we were going to rescue my car. I had rung a couple of tow truck companies the night before and nearly fell over when I was told it would be $900 to get my car winched out!!
I started just before 11am, it was 2:30 by the time the car was out and back home. I ended up covered in mud from head to toe, hot, and frustrated. In order to dislodge the poor car, I had to rock it back and forth basically. Switching from Drive and Reverse, it was a matter of rocking it until we got some movement, getting out and re-digging out the tires, rocking some more, digging some more, rocking and cursing, dig, rock, dig, rock, scream.
We got movement. Definitely. I could see that I was getting somewhere. Thankfully being a new estate, there were lots of scraps of wood around to wedge under the wheels, and even a door we managed to drag over.
Eventually, we had this!
I whooped and squealed when it finally came loose. The funny thing was, I couldn’t see a THING out my windows, so had no indication if I was actually moving or just spinning my tires. I was almost hesitant to get too excited until it was quite clear I was out. I jammed the car into drive and got up onto dry land as quick as I could. An overwhelming release came over me. I didn’t know whether to do a happy dance or collapse into a ball and cry. I could’t believe I had managed to get it out.
Now, the fun begins. The clean up job. It’s already had one wash (and by one I mean a high pressure rinse, high pressure soap rinse, a second high pressure rinse, three goes over with the foaming brush, another high pressure soap rinse and a final high pressure clean rinse) and that was just the top part. Today is the ‘under carriage’ of the car.
Do you think it got just a tad dirty?
At the end of the day, it was a lot of fun. Not particularly fond of getting stuck, and certainly didn’t appreciate the digging out of the car. I am extremely sore and have discovered muscles I never knew I had. Other than that though, we all came out relatively damage free. I have one massive bruise on my shin (like, massive!), and the car makes a few squeaky noises due to the mud all stuck under neath, but we’re all ok. And the car is out which didn’t cost me $900.
I did say to Emmy however, that we really need to get me back into soaping ASAP. Coz look what happens when I have free time at the end of the day…