T-minus-X days (update #2)
When I start the day, I think I’m doing good because I now have two playlists downloaded on my phone from Tidal. The first is “Texas” and it consists of Robert Earle Keen, and Steve Earle, Ray Wylie Hubbard, and the like.
The second is titled “Butt Rock” and is time era appropriate for IROC Camaros, first-gen 4-Runners, and mullets (I apologize for nothing!). With the window’s thoroughly rigged to wind up with my electrical jumpers, and since the truck made it home from work last night without further issue, I figured we’d be starting the day today in a much better position than yesterday.
Speaking of “starting the day”, I think a quick “by the numbers” is due before we go too much further:
In total we collected nearly $4000 from our GoFundMe drive.
We collected over 200,000 Hungarian Forint, and two boxes of school supplies from friends and coworkers locally.
We purchased a portable EKG machine with funds that were donated by a family member, and it was made possible by our good (and local) friend Susanne.
In all we’ve spent about 1.2 million Hungarian Forint on 9 additional boxes of medical supplies. Additional to that, we purchased approximately 200,000 Hungarian Forint worth of school supplies for 21 families which include 31 children. Each was packed based off of the age and number of children in each family. Nothing was bought from the bargain bin, and no one will be able to tell that these were “obviously donated”.
We had 100,000 Hungarian forint that was surplus from the Grassroots Motorsports’ internet Forum’s monthly donation of 500,000 Hungarian Forint, which was spent on plush toys for the hospitalized children. We currently have 49 stuffed animals to hand out with our delivery.
After all of the above, we STILL had 200,000 Hungarian Forint left over from our Medical Supply orders which was used to purchase 3 “moving box sized” boxes of baby food and 17 packages of diapers (both ordered size and age specific) as we were informed that there were refugee children in the area and with the hospitals that needed neither school nor medical supplies.
So here goes:
Today I slept in. I guess all this work is getting the better of me because I didn’t wake up until 6:45 am and even then I couldn’t even muster the energy to struggle to get out of bed. When I did I immediately felt guilty because the kids were already up. No time to waste, gotta pack pack pack.
See, buying stuff, running around town, and accepting the deliveries isn’t the end. Quite the opposite actually, as now it needs to be organized, boxed, and Tetris’d into the truck. I also decide it really does need to be completely inventoried and that involves me going through and writing everything down by hand. All those medical supplies are rough to go through, and it shouldn’t be on me to pass that responsibility to the hospital.
And so the day goes: Try to sit down for morning cartoons with cereal for breakfast in an attempt to have a moment with the boys? Nope, gotta pack pack pack
Overshoot our schedule by an hour (now 9am)? Pack pack pack!
Eventually I set the boys down for some video game time while I quite literally FLY out of the house to run errands:
Gotta wash this mud off the truck
Gotta get fuel for this truck
Gotta pick up one more (moving size) box of bandages that was forgotten.
Gotta buy diapers.
Gotta buy baby food.
Gotta get back to see the kids a little before I leave for 4 days...
And then an idea hits me: “hey guys, I got a deal to make with ya. You give me one hour to pack this truck and take a couple pictures, and I’ll make you guys waffles for lunch (last night I had promised waffles for breakfast, but that oversleep killed those plans)”
"Deal!", they both say.
So it goes. Unfortunately it is absolutely COOKING outside and the kids are done-for before we’re half way through. They did good though, and we finish everything just 15-minutes passed 12-noon. We also managed to snag a few pics to attach here, and then it’s back inside for waffles.
We put on a movie and I really do try to sit down with them, but I have 100 things on my mind. Drinks, snacks, did I pack socks?
Shoot, where is my passport??? What bank cards have money on them? I gotta remember to let the bank know I’m traveling! One more thing! One more thing!! Oh crap, I forgot!!!
By the time I get to work, I’ve sent myself about a dozen reminders. Poor kids, I think I sat a total of 15 minutes with them.
Work is frantic of course, but I’m getting by. My office is close to home so I have the idea to head back to eat dinner with the family. Except the construction workers building the house we’re renovating called: They’ve finished and need 1.5 million Hungarian forint by tomorrow…
So that’s my dinner break. Calling our bank back in the states to find out why we can’t pull 1.5 million out all at once (daily ATM limits that they swear don't exist...). Trying the ATM again to only be told (again) that our daily limit has been exceeded.
I did get home in time for a quick hug from the kiddos though, and then it was back to the work grind.
After work it was time to finalize the inventory. I tell you what, I’m already physically and emotionally drained by this week. All the time needed to get this run going, and all that time I’d usually spend with the kids. I really need to make it up with them next week. It’s killing me watching them be so patient with me while I again ask for “just one more thing, and then I’ll have time…”
And just when I think I’m doing a good job of holding myself together, I type “Resuscitation bag, with child mask. 10ea” into the inventory.
Jesus Christ. Am I really ready to do this?
The list goes on.
Once done, the bags are packed and set by the front door. The banks came through and I was able to finally get the money to Sarah for the workers around midnight. The truck is loaded to the brim, and by now I really need to get some rest.
I’ll get 4-hours of sleep tonight if I can fall asleep right away. Once the coffee maker finishes in the morning, my 4-day run will get started. By the time my kids pour their cereal, I'll already be 2-hours east-bound with my foot down and pointed towards the rising sun.











Here goes nothin.