Crying Over Battery Cables
Stupid Fucking Minivan
I can feel myself making the "sad Gizmo" face.
I have tears in my eyes, tears on my face . . . my bottom lip keeps popping out.
Today I am supposed to clean the battery cables on the car. I had to go all over the base to find club soda to use. Now I have a brush, gloves, club soda, pliers, and a flashlight. I popped open the hood and propped it open with the metal bar.
I was crying even before that.
I am scared to do this, and so I wanted to do it and be proud of myself and make Adrian proud.
But I am sad. As I was driving off to get Club Soda, a neighbor told me that one of my back lights is out. I don't know how to fix that.
I cried on the way to the store, and Xavier asked me, "Momma, what's wrong?" I told him, "Nothing." I don't really know what's wrong.
I just want to be held. I want someone to help me with all these problems that keep coming up. I want to be loved and cherished. I want to not feel so alone.
I don't know why I'm crying so much now.
As I was driving away from the first shoppette I went to while looking for Club Soda, the ABS light came on. I don't know how to fix that, either.
More tears.
I looked inside the hood and I know where the battery is . . . but it's underneath a bunch of other stuff. I don't see any black and red cables. I looked and looked and prodded all around with my flashlight in my hand but I still couldn't find the things that I'm supposed to unattach and clean and then reattach. Stupid fucking minivan.
I'm supposed to be able to do this.

It's just my luck that if I tried to make something happen to it, it never would.
--we can't all be everything, that's why modern society invented Jiffy Lubes and the likes--but if I had to choose, I'd rather be a good mom, like you are, than Mr. Goodwrench anyday!