On Thursday morning, I woke up to Claire sleeping peacefully beside me. I couldn't bring myself to wake her so I jumped in the shower and she woke up on her own and laid there until I came out, and she let me kiss and cuddle her while she whispered "morning Mummy" into my hair. I love her. She used the toilet for Number Two and then asked for a bath, where she scrubbed herself with the loofah and washed her hair without me asking. So it was basically the perfect day. As a reward because the morning went so seamless, and I was 15 minutes ahead of schedule, I asked Claire if she wanted to go out for breakfast. So we got in the car and headed down the hill to McDonald's. When I heard a blast followed by a thud from under my car.
My tire exploded. Or popped. (I actually don't even know what happened.) So I basically sat in my car and we rolled down the hill with my hazards on to the tire shop that was down by McDonald's. Luckily I was two blocks away because it had already gotten warm and I had the baby, and no spare, plus I wouldn't have messed with that anyway. I rolled up to the Tire Works and the dude was like, "What can I help you with?" Claire told him, "Mummy broke car." Then she proceeded to tell all the mechanics that came in and out of the office that, "Mummy broke car." She told the old man who came in after us that, "Mummy broke car." OK CLAIRE.
I bought two new tires and they installed them in minutes, and I was only an hour late to work. I kind of felt like a rockstar driving after that, it feels good to buy new things. We went through the McDonald's drive-thru for hashbrowns and when I dropped Claire to school, she walked into her classroom and announced, "Mummy broke car."