That IS terrifying. I’m so thankful that Little Mister was unfazed by the experience. As moms of small people, I feel a good chunk of our jobs includes keeping them alive. And you succeeded!! Its okay to panic ungracefully on occasion – you’re human! If we had it together all the time, we wouldn’t need the Lord. (And its a great thing to need Him!)
Over here, we are experiencing winter weather. Today is a snow day! (Its not as exciting as it was when I taught public school, but hey, its still fun.) Except a better name for it would be “Ice Day.” There is no snow to be seen, a layer of ice on top of every outdoor surface glares back at you when you look out the window. No – we won’t be going outside today.
As a mom, the weather has the tendency to pretty much dictate what happens in my day. Take for example Monday…
The story actually needs a bit of a prequel – the year is 1980-something. I was small and Dad drove the “brown car with the flags” which was a…Buick? I remember the flags because they were at my eye level on the door handle. Anyways, I wasn’t in a car seat, but that was the ’80s…so, really, who was? I was with Dad; he went into a store to do something – maybe it was a skating rink, but I don’t know why he would be going in there, so that must be wrong – and he left me in the car by myself. No big deal. Because it was the 1980s. (I remember this trip not for the lack of a car seat, but because Dad told me not to eat the spilled popcorn in the back of the car – which I did – and then he asked me if I did it and I said no – which was a dumb lie ’cause the popcorn was missing. So I got in trouble. That’s why I remember this trip. Oh, popcorn. And it wasn’t even good popcorn.)
I have found myself wishing for the 1980s the past couple of months. 2 kids + 2 carseats = hard x infinity. You wouldn’t think it equates like that, but it does.
So back to Monday. I brought the kids to work with me.
To get to work on time, I need to leave the house no later than 7:22. Now Munchkin eats at an ancient snail’s pace, so in order for her to be fed, dressed and out the door by 7:22 would require us getting up at 5:30 – and then still might take a small miracle. My solution to this was that we’d go to Einstein’s and get some yummy bagels. There’s one right on our way; I love Einstein’s and we’re trying gluten again for Little Man so I knew it was a sound plan. I set the alarm for 5:40 so I could shower, pack up the kids, feed Little Man, get Munchkin up and dressed and out the door by 6:45 – that way we could eat in the restaurant and still get to work on time (hypothetically).
But I didn’t check the weather.
And this is what it looked like:
The walk from the car to the front door of Einstein’s is the width of a two lane road with sidewalks. In the pouring rain. That just sounded like a nightmare. And since its not 1980, I can’t run inside and leave them in the car. So I needed a different plan. But at 5:40, I’m already past my 5:30 start time to eat in the house. We get ready and leave the house at 7:02.
I need a drive-through. My two options are McDonald’s and Dunkin Donuts – I’ll take the Donuts, thank you. Fried foods DO not work for Little Man. (Although I think donuts are fried, too…? Oh, well. Their coffee is better.)
Munchkin requested a chocolate donut – I’m panicky because the morning isn’t going as planned, but not that crazy. No chocolate. Second choice? Sprinkles. Fine – works for me. I order, go to the covered window, get our sugary breakfast and arrive at work with no time to spare. i take out her donut – it has sprinkles AND chocolate icing.
She hit the jackpot. And I needed a nap.
I know this time will pass, but there are many, many, MANY times I wish every store had a drive-through. Do I have the energy to take them out of the house, put Munchkin in her 5-point harness that mimics Nascar requirements? AND Little Man in his seat that weighs more than he does to get a gallon of milk? Or postage stamps? Or to make copies? Or…or….or? Or how about when we’re traveling and its the three of us and I need to use the bathroom. Do I go through the hassle of waking them up to get them out to go to the bathroom then put them back in or do I hold it?
Easy to answer. We can go without milk, stamps, and copies for another day. And I’ll hold it.
But really, the USPS should look into the idea of a drive-through.