Today is the first Sunday of the month.  We meet with a small group of people for church on Sunday.  About 20-30 of us meet at a home.  There are 2 homes that have church meetings on this side of the island and 1 on the other side.  On the first Sunday in the month from about May to October, we have a Union Meeting, which means that everyone on the island meets together for church.  I enjoy doing this, it's nice to be with the Eastside people, we don't see them often.  The problem with this is that we take turns meeting on opposite sides of the island every other month and this month we met on the east side.  That means a 130 mile drive, which comes out to leaving around 7:30 am to make 10:30 meeting.  I had a real hard time rolling out of bed this morning knowing I had a 2.5 hour one way drive ahead of me.  I was planning on sharing driving with #1 so I wouldn't have the whole 5 hours to drive myself (hubby's on the mainland right now and will be flying home tomorrow). 

Well, I got myself and the kids out of bed and did pretty well I thought, since we were all in the car at 7:35, only 5 minutes past when I'd planned on leaving.  I was going to take first shift driving, so I turn the key in the ignition.  *click*    Dead battery.   #4 hadn't closed the van door tightly last time we used it.  We hop out of the van, get the car running and pull out the jumper cables.  We got the van jump started, I hopped back in the drivers seat and we were on  our way.  It wasn't until we were about 5 miles down the road that I realized that my spedometer wasn't working.  No matter how fast I went, it stayed at zero.  Too late to do anything about it, so I just played it by ear and hoped the car in front of me wasn't speeding - or if he was, that the cops would go after him instead of me.  A lot of the time I was all alone on the road, so who knows how fast I was actually going?  We were about 20 miles from home when WE decided he was feeling car sick.  He spent the next 30 minutes holding a grocery bag by his face in case he barfed (he didn't) while I was zipping along the road at an indeterminate speed.  I'm happy to report that we made it to church with 15 minutes to spare and with no traffic violations.  Yay me! 

Heather, I know what you mean about kids growing up fast.  We were sorting pictures the other day and found a bunch of when all you girls spent the night at our house when you were little and were jumping in the haymow in your underwear.  I can't believe how little you all were and now you're all married with  most of  you mothers!  I'm old