Last Friday, Whitney needed to go to Frisco to run an errand. Since I only leave the house about twice a week, I volunteered to join her in the fun. We had to take my car (remember it is not even 2 weeks old to us)- since I had the carseats for Evan & Zachary. SO, we finally got loaded and ready to go- which is an undertaking with two 10 month olds. We are driving through our neighborhood, and I notice that the car is not driving as well as it did just last night, so I pull in at the next side street (still in the neighborhood). I get out to look around, and sure enough- we had a flat. My first reaction is to call Page, who can't do anything because he is working in downtown Dallas. He did put in a call to a couple of guys we know in the area that he thought may be able to help. In the meantime, I decide that I should not need Page's help- afterall, my Dad taught me how to change a tire when I was 16. So, I put on my 'Rosie the Riveter' face and get started. I have to say that I did a great job- not to brag, but I did have a moment of doubt. Thankfully, Whitney was there to keep the boys entertained- Zachary was screaming for the whole block to hear, and Evan was talking very loudly. So, here I am- working hard and getting dirty, changing my own flat. This is a re-enactment photo, but I think you get the idea- notice the strollers and baby things.
It was late morning, so I was not expecting anyone to really be out and about. But, I was wrong. A total of eight, yes 8, cars drove by. SIX of them were men. Did anyone stop, ask if we had it under control, offer to help????? NO!! I was shocked. Granted, I had things under control, and I am sure that I looked like I was perfectly capable, but that is beside the point! I was especially surprised since I had a slew of baby things strewn about the curb and road. Oh well! I have now made it my goal in life that second to a Godly son, I want to be sure and raise a gentleman. So, guys- be sure you at least stop and ask, and ladies, tell your guys to stop and ask. I would have loved help, but thanks to my great Dad, I had it all taken care of in no time, and we were back on our way. Good times!
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