Facelift and faceslap

For some reason, January has me feeling the need to clean up, declutter and refresh! So I decided that the blog needed to be refreshed as well! I want to thank my friend, Leslie Lambert for redesigning my blog! As you can see, she’s pretty awesome!

Noah and I had a traumatizing event happen to us on Saturday. We have a super long carwash in town (on McFarland Blvd) that is pretty cheap and does a good job. Noah has been begging to go through the carwash, so after we dropped Brad off to get a haircut, we headed there. We were about halfway through the carwash when we stopped. The water was still spraying and the wipey things were still wiping, but we weren’t going anywhere. For half a second I thought that this was just part of the cleaning, but soon thereafter I realized there was a problem.

Then the carwash stopped. Then started spraying again but still no movement. Then it stopped again. Meanwhile, this was our view.

Now normally I’m not that claustrophobic, but with the stuff on my windshield, I was starting to mildly freak my freak. The carwash boy came up and tapped on my window. (BTW, I have an irrational fear of being abducted/murdered in the carwash….I always lock my doors while going through and cautiously watch for murderers…) I roll down my window and scream “WHAT??!?!” to the boy (because it’s still super loud in there even when it’s broken) and he says, “Miss, everything is fine. The air compressor has run out of air so we will just need to wait for it to fill back up and then the carwash will start moving again. Don’t be alarmed, it should only take a few minutes.” Ok. I can take a few minutes.

Then Noah starts saying, “Mommy, I wanna go. Let’s go Mommy. GO Mommy! Please? Please go. Please I wanna go Mommy. Want out. Want out please. Wanna go Mommy. Mommy, we go?”

Talk about torture! About five minutes later, the carwash boy comes tap tap tapping again. I roll my window down and he says, “Well miss, it’s a little more serious than I thought. So what I am gonna have you do is, put the car in drive but DON’T touch the steering wheel. We are gonna get your car out and then just come to the office to get a refund, ok?”

At this point I’m thinking that they are going to push my car out. So I leave my window down and shift into drive. Suddenly, my car takes off at like 50 mph out of the carwash and since my windows were down, the red, WET, wipey things slap me in the face as I’m flung out. Once we come to a stop outside the carwash, I turn around and look at Noah and he just stares at me like….what the crap just happened??

I was too traumatized to even go get my $6 back. Luckily Daddy treated us to lunch and a cupcake afterwards though. :)