Phew....

It begins to get dark nowdays at 5pm, not to mention I still had something to finish at work yesterday at 4:30pm. By the time I rushed out, It was almost 5:10pm and it was really late for me, knowing those two little ones were waiting for being picked up, and then I realized that I forgot to fill my empty tank in the car during the day. Both kids were ready to go with me when I got to the daycare and obviously they were a little cranky after a long day. Peter was screaming over a little bag of treats Yaya was sharing with him, which she got from her friend; Yaya was complaining about some stomachache. I, god forbidden, was nervous how far I could still go with this almost-empty tank. The problem was, you know, that for me, who do not enjoy so much of driving in the dark and under pressure, I still wanted to go to the only gas station that's on the right side of the street on our way home. I was praying in my mind, while listening to the kids yelling in the backseats, now Peter for not being happy with something, Yaya for asking me to participate in her so-called song game, and I could feel my heart was beating fast, the steering wheel was wettened all over and my hands were sweaty. I could even feel that the car became a little bumpy, even though I was not sure from my nervousness, or it was for real. Anyway, little by little, finally we stopped at the last traffic light, and I was thrilled that my car was still able to move, then, in the very last, I pulled in the station with my kids safe and sound and happily fed my dear car baby. Phew... that was scary 15 minutes!