In previous years, my husband has been the designated car-pool driver. This year, I am it. Her. Whatever. My neighbor and I share duties. Last week, she told me that I was responsible for Wednesdays and Fridays. On Friday, I left my computer (where I work from noon until 5 p.m.) to pick up the kids. When I got there, I discovered she’s already picked them up.
Today, I am working and get a phone call at 3:35 p.m. My son was calling from school, wondering if someone was coming to pick them up. They’d been waiting since 3:00 p.m. Apparently, that someone was me. Even though it wasn’t my day. So I thought.
My daughter and I climbed into my giant green van. It’s only a five minute drive to the school under normal circumstances. Today was abnormal. Today, cars idled on the street I needed to cross. The side street was backed up about fifteen cars because no one could turn on the cross street because the cars weren’t moving. I believe there was a paving projects some miles up the road.
It was kind of like a river without a bridge. No way to cross.
So, I backed up my huge van, turned around and parked a few blocks over. I decided it would be quicker to walk across that street that to try to drive across it. I’m guessing that my daughter and I walked about a mile round-trip to pick up the boys. The sun was hot. I was away from my desk, from my job. And it wasn’t even my day to pick up the kids!
What should have taken less than fifteen minutes ended up taking over thirty. Forty-five? Who knows?
My neighbor told me later that her days to work are Monday and Wednesday. (Have I lost my mind? She told me differently and I marked my calendar accordingly not so long ago!) I hope we can get this whole car-pool thing figured out eventually.
And now, for the Pet Peeve of the Day: I am peeved when I find multiple open containers of the same item in my fridge. I don’t want to see two open gallons of milk, true. But much worse is when I find two open containers of mayonnaise (HEY, CHECK THE FRIDGE BEFORE YOU OPEN A NEW ONE!) or two Costco-sized containers of mustard–which is exactly what you’ll find in my fridge at this very moment.
I hate that almost as much as driving car-pool.
What’s your Pet Peeve of the Day?