Last Sunday, at approximately 4:52 pm I discovered the 50th nail in my tire this year. *
At 4:53 pm I called around to find out who could fix my tire. I received responses like, “It’s 5 minutes to 5pm on a Sunday. Can’t help you.” And then (insert smart ass laugh), “No I don’t know who else can help you because everyone else is closing too. It’s Sunday evening you know.”
No, I didn’t know. But I appreciate the insight Captain Obvious.
Anyway, I did what I always do when I need help: I headed over to Ali’s parents’ house.
Me: “I have a nail in my tire and nobody can fix it until the morning.”
Ali’s Dad: “You can take our extra car. It’s no problem.”
Me: “But the extra car only seats two. How do we take Maya home?”
Ali’s Dad: “Well you can take my car then. It’s no problem.”
Here’s how the rest of the evening progressed:
- The extra car had no gas…My MIL offered to go fill it up (I declined. I swear I did).
- I randomly complained my hair was like straw….My MIL handed me a giant bottle of deep conditioner.
- I suddenly felt famished….My in-laws took us out to dinner.
- At dinner Maya started feeling feverish. I openly fretted about finding babysitting on a Monday morning….My MIL said she’d babysit until Maya felt better.
A few days later Ali picked up our child and my car. Both of which were in perfect working condition, thanks to my in-laws.
So besides the obvious fact that I complain too much and need to start acting my age, do you know what blows me away? The fact that neither of my in-laws ever acknowledge any of the countless and extraordinarily generous things they do for me.
I think we can all agree that I am unbelievably lucky. And that I have a lot to learn about being a good person.