getting out

Today we went to the Folsom City Zoo and Sanctuary.  The zoo and the library and the park are all right next to each other.  When you're children are ages 3, 2, and 1, any time that you can park in one spot and enjoy several different activities is a very good time.  That getting in and out of a car with so many little seatbelts routine is a real big pain.  We bought a season pass to the zoo in the spring and we haven't used it as much as I was hoping.  I'm not real good at getting out sometimes.  Most of the time really.  So today I was feeling pretty good about life.  The zoo was great today.  It was a gray, cool morning.  The animals were actually up and about instead of hiding from the heat.  The zoo is very small.  Most of the animals are not so exotic.  Most are native wild animals that have been injured or lost their mothers as babies or something.  But there are two tigers and a handful of monkeys.  The mountain lions and the bears are my favorite.  After the zoo we went to the library.  After a couple stories and 8 checked out books and a potty trip, we got all buckled up in the car.  We were ready to head to Target next.  And then I discovered that I had left the lights on and my car wouldn't even think about starting.  Dead.  After I hit my head on the steering wheel a couple of times I called AAA.  We waited an hour.  Wasn't so bad really.  My kids were already strapped in, the girls had a pile of new library books they were happy to read and after I most gratefully found a binky hidden under one of the seats (I figured there had to be one somewhere in the car) Sidon slept for most of the hour.  But the AAA man couldn't jump my car for me.  Darn you big-diesel-monster-of-a-living-room-two-batteried van.  So after 20 minutes of trying to start the car we waited for another 40 minutes for the tow truck.  We towed it all the way back home.  We have AAA plus because we're that sort of family.  We walked to the swings to wait for the tow truck there.  Cumorah was so nervous about the tow truck coming.  I kept trying to assure her that all was well and that she didn't have to worry about anything, but when the truck showed up she almost started crying.  Poor girl.  My mom and Pearl came down in the rescue minivan so we wouldn't have to ride in the tow truck.  They did bring out the double cab for us.  But moving one car seat into Amy's van instead of three car seats into a stranger's tow truck was a whole lot nicer.  When we all made it home and Brian heard about the double cab he said, "And you didn't ride in the tow truck?!?!!  That would've made an awesome blog post."  I'm glad that I don't make all my decisions in life based on the awesomeness potential of my blog posts.