Credit for the above title goes to a fifth grader who said, "...could you tell us more stories from your pathetic life?" So here is one for the books...
We do a complicated game of "find my car" in which a single car family with two parents needs to be in three places at once. So every morning, Spouse drives me to work, then drops the children at their bus stop, then drops the car at my work, then buses to school. Then every afternoon I drive to pick up the children and he buses home.
A workable system... and one we will be employing for the next 13 years or so.
EXCEPT. When. I. Forget. My. Keys.
Yes, that's right. I managed to make it through the whole day in blissful ignorance, assuming that my car/house keys were waiting for me in my bag. But no. Come 3:30 when I need to RACE out of work to meet the kids at the bus stop-- I found that there were NO KEYS.
I didn't have time to panic because panic would mean that I could not beat the bus to the bus stop.
Luckily, a nice shiny new coworker said he could give me a ride.
You can give me a ride?
To my kids' bus stop?
And then pick up my kids?
And drop us somewhere else? Where? I don't know?
Nevermind-- no time to convince you this is a ridiculously kind thing for you to do--we have to go.
Yup. Coworker picked up my kids with me and dropped us at a library where we waited until Spouse was able to collect the car from the parking lot (after arriving home and realizing Doh! and running from our house to my school) to retrieve us.
And we all lived happily ever after.
I am going to have a spare set of keys made to keep in my desk.
Grateful Crap: Coworker
meds: 20mg lurasidone, 200mg lamotrigine
P.S. a week after quitting the band, I have agreed to sing with them for the FNVW craft sale. But that is different from being involved every week for a number of hours for an indefinite period of time in order to perform in a way that makes me uncomfortable. I'm totally down with playing for an event.
Quaker, teacher, parent,