Dead battery

Well, another thing Louis would do is jump off a car battery.  The Lord is teaching me to be more independent, I just KNOW it!  The propane guy came to haul away the tank today, and asked me to move the blue van so he could get his truck in there.  Sure!  I go out to start it, and nothing.  DEAD!

So I think, "When's the last time I drove it?"

Oh. it was last Friday...

...when I moved it from the driveway to the water hose so we could wash both vehicles.  I parked it back on the driveway just in time for it to get rained on.

So I am the last one who used it...and I probably didn't get the door closed all the way.  Just another one of my contributions to making Louis feel like he's needed.  See, I did it for him.  

In my defense, my brain probably wasn't functioning completely at the time I didn't get the door sealed shut.  Afterall, Louis reminds me that while pregnant, my brain shrinks 3-5%.  That's love.  He's really just reminding me that it's not all my fault. 

Now this:

it's what happened while I was caring for our patient the DAY BEFORE we washed the vehicles. 
Yes, our little zebra used a big, fat, permanent marker. 

So in my mad dash to park the vans back, before the rain came, and to BE SURE no one was getting into mischief while I was doing so...I didn't seal the door completely.

 Now see- that changes everything, doesn't it?