The picture of co-dependency

Last night I was all excited to post that my beloved Civic was finally being returned to me. My friend was nice enough to take me to the shop after work, I handed over my credit card, yet again, and was on my merry way.

Not even 5 miles of driving later, the dreaded oil light came on again. This damn light was what immediately preceded my terrifying breakdown on the highway last week, so naturally the only reaction to seeing it again was a complete panic attack and calling Eric. 

Well the Honda Civic actually IS really gas efficient.

Unfortunately, I didn't really have much time for the above activities, because I was headed to my school's honor roll awards ceremony. Actually I was already on my school's street, so I decided to temporarily abandon the issue and rush inside, since it was about to start. Turns out that was a wise move. I thought I was there to clap, cheer, and provide moral support to my kids - from the audience. Nope. As soon as I walked in, I heard "and the teachers are going to be handing out the awards! First up, Mrs. Lindsey!" and then the next thing I knew I was on stage with a microphone. 

Eric had advised me to check my oil, so after the ceremony, I rushed out to the parking lot and did just that, because I was supposed to go to a training right from the honor roll night. 

I checked the oil. After I checked it, I really had no idea what to do with that information. So I texted Eric a picture of the dipstick and called him.

My name is Alyssa and I'm helpless with cars and don't care. When people ask me why my car is in the shop, I say it stopped running and if they need further information to contact my husband. I guess we almost have a perfect 1950s marriage because he also handles all the money and I do the cleaning. Except for the fact that I'm the one bringing home the big bucks. 

Really who even cares what this text says?

I was advised to go home and bring it to another shop today, and luckily the car made it home, because if I found myself on the side of the highway again I'm pretty sure I'd be leaving in a straight jacket this time.

This first animal meme I've ever found funny.

Not to worry though, because remember that weekend of awesomeness I mentioned? It's nearly upon me, except it's more like a week of awesomeness.

Friday: Fly to my hometown, Rochester, NY, to hang out with the world's best family and cutest baby

Saturday: Alumni night with my sister and college roomies - we go to our alma mater and pretend we are in college again all night. Enough said.

Sunday: Fly to Tulsa, Oklahoma to present at an educational conference

Thursday: Return home

Saturday: Drive to Delaware for the marathon!

So as you can see, I have more than an entire week before I need my car again, and we all know if there's one thing that solves a problem, it's just peacing out and pretending it doesn't exist. 

What's your breakdown of duties in your relationship?