And, everyone was perfectly happy!

I posted the story about this picture last week. You can read that post over HERE if you are interested to know why my 22 month old is on the counter…

Tonight I had a coupon class about an hour away from home without traffic, with traffic at 5:30 it took me a fun 2 hours to get there. But my little sister is in town and came with me, so we had a chance to chat.

The coupon class was a lot of fun and there were some awesome ladies and the food was great! They were really nice even though I was 15 minutes late and started talking while I was still setting up! Thanks Ladies in Katy TX, you guys ROCK!

When I left home, I left the older children in charge, you know, the responsible ones. The one/s that in a very short time will be driving… Paul was at another child’s baseball practice and would be home shortly. The coupon class was a blast and we closed the place down, they actually kicked us out!

As we got into the car and I turned it on, the gas light came on. I said to my sister, “oh I guess I need gas.” I was driving my husbands car (which I NEVER drive) and was not familiar with all the controls. I quickly checked my email as we were getting ready to pull out and saw this picture below from my husband with the following caption…

Why you don’t leave kids in charge… 

As Paul walked into the house, this is what he saw.

The baby is completely naked and apparently trying to repeat her death defying feat from the other day! As any parent would do, the first thing he does is snaps a picture, saves the baby and then yells at older children!!

My sister and I were laughing so hard we about peed our pants reading the email as we got on the road to go home. Now, I did not know at the time, that my sister who also has a Subaru, noticed that where there was supposed to be milage to let you know how far you can go with the gas left, said — which means 0 miles. She figured that it must have been “turned off” and didn’t say anything. I on the other hand completely forgot that we needed gas after seeing my baby naked on the counter and got on the highway. The yellow gas light was blocked by the steering wheel and I never saw it.

As we got on the highway, Whitney turns and says to me, “Nothing exciting ever happens to me when I am with you!”

We drove almost 40 miles when all of a sudden the car stated to drive weird, like I was hitting the gas and nothing was happening. I kept thinking in my head, “what in the heck?!” Finally, it clicked that I had meant to get gas, I looked at the gas gauge and there was nothing there. “Hmmm weird.” I thought.

Then it hit me. I WAS OUT OF GAS! On the highway, at night, not close to a gas station. I coasted over to the side of the road and sheepishly called my husband. Ironically, the only other time I have run out of gas was in the vary same car the LAST time I drove it last summer! Which in my defense was totally NOT my fault!

Thrity minutes later my husband was dumping gas into the car, and 5 gallons later it still did not even register that there was any. He followed me to the closest station and I filled up. I had apparently been on “0” miles left for the past 40 miles! Then both he and Whitney showed me where the cool little feature was that said how many miles I had left before I ran out of gas. That would have been helpful information a LONG time ago!

The funny thing is, as completely CRAZY as the night was, everyone was perfectly happy! The baby was happy running around naked with tape on her back eating whatever she wanted, the big kids were happy watching “Pawn Stars” while “babysitting” and doing their homework at the same time. This would have never flown had the adults been home! Whitney and I were happy we got to spend more time together even if it was on the side of the highway! And Paul was happy that he could save the day, and be able to tease me for doing something really stupid, and that it was not 1 mile ahead where the was no shoulder for a good distance!

Pretty much a normal night for us!