Service Engine Soon

It all began when I turned the key in the ignition and the "Service Engine Soon" light came on. Can I just say I HATE that light. The possibilities are undless as to what could be wrong. Is my car going to make it to drop Jakob off to preschool or is is going to blow-up somewhere along the way??? Who knows?? So we bring the car in... the only real solution. Bringing the car in means hopefully getting another car so I don't have to sit in the waiting area for 6 hours with three little boys. Not fun. It does still mean that I need to move three, yes 3, carseats from my car to another. Not easy but still better than staying there. My brother, the helpful guy that he is, made a call and I was given a brand new, very expensive (seriously people), extra long, large SUV to drive. Three boys and three carseats later we were on our way. A good 15$ worth of gas later and we were home. The call came that afternoon and my car was an easy fix. It was a good day! I said I would be back in the morning to pick up my car.

So we pile in the brand new, very expesive, very large and long SUV. We back out of the drive way and head down the road. I figure I should replentish the gas I have used. We pull into the gas station as I hear some gagging and yelling coming from the way back. Levi threw up mom! I turn around to see Levi covered in puke and Jakob gagging because he is just that way. I climb on back and clean everybody up. We head back home for clean clothes and then we are off again to return the very expensive, brand new SUV that was just puked in. Getting on the highway was a disaster due to all the construction. I took a wrong turn, went past my exit, turned around and finally pulled into another gas station a good 1/2 hour - 45 minutes later than normal if I had not taken the wrong turn. I get out and start pumping gas because we now really have used 1/2 a tank. I hear another scream from the backseat. He's doing it again mom! FUN, fun! I climb on back again and start cleaning. A little begging on my part to please hold it in till we at least get in our own car and we are off again. We pull up, with the windows down, get out, leaving the windows down, and transfer all three carseats and all three boys. I gave them the keys, payed the bill and headed out! No harm, no foul... right?