Then, this week happened.
I usually do a good job of prepping our family the week before a time change, adjusting bedtimes a bit at a time so that it's never an issue and the kids are not affected. However, this week I completely forgot, so Monday morning was a bit, well, rough.
Yup, we missed the bus. I had to drive Emma to school, which is only about four miles, but with today's gas prices, that four mile trip cost approximately seventeen dollars. I wasn't too thrilled.
I had some stuff to drop off at the school anyway, so it really wasn't a big deal. However, due to the fact that we had such a rough morning, I was sans make-up. Not really my favorite thing, since without make-up, I look pretty darn scary. Seriously, my under-eye circles are so dark that I have been asked on more than one occasion if my husband has an anger problem.
Anywhoo, we headed out to the van, my arms loaded with stuff, and realized that I had removed all the car seats the day before and put all the seats into the floor. (Can I just say, I love Stow and Go?) It only took a couple of minutes to put everything back together, but those precious few minutes pushed us from driving to school to suddenly we were driving to school late.
Oh, well. Whatever.
We all got in and left. A bit down the road, I heard Grant: "Mommy, we going to pre-school?" "No, baby, you have preschool tomorrow. We are just taking Emma to school today." Grant: "But, Mommy, we going to pre-school?" I got a touch frustrated. I really don't like it when they don't listen the first time. "No, Grant, we are just taking Emma to school today." Grant: "but, Mommy, why are we going to pre-school?"
That's when it hit me. I was driving to pre-school, not to Emma's school. Whoopsies. I guess I was on auto-pilot.
That's when the line from Office Space started going through my head. "I guess somebody's got a case of the Mondays!"
I turned around and headed back toward Emma's school. Complete opposite direction, but luckily not too far away. As we were about to pull out on the main road, I heard Drew: "Mommy, I not buckled!"
I thought I buckled him before we left, but I can't swear to it. I mean, the kid has super-powers, so I wouldn't be shocked to discover that he could unbuckle himself. He can open every other childproof device we have tried, so why not?
The thing is, I was about to pull out on a 50 mile an hour, two lane road that is actually the deadliest road in the county. Not a great idea to do that with a kid unbuckled from his car seat.
There wasn't another car in sight behind me, so I just stopped at the stop sign and got out to buckle him. Of course, as soon as I did, a big truck magically appeared out of nowhere and pulled up behind me, so I hastily buckled Drew's seat, while shouting "I'm sorry!" like they could actually hear me over the road noise and the sound of their engine with all the windows closed. I hit the door close button, jumped in my seat, and took off.
My van is awesome that it has power sliding doors. I love it. However, starting to drive while the door is still in the process of closing itself by sliding forward really doesn't work too well.
Hello, inertia. Nice to see you.
Under the force of me gunning it from the stop sign to try and not delay the truck behind me any longer, the door motor could not properly function. Which means, it just tried to close itself but failed, leaving my adorable two year old screaming in delight at the fact that semi trucks were flying by right next to him and his door was wide open. I was so thankful that I had just put all the seats back in, which meant that I had previously gathered all the papers, fast-food wrappers, Capri-Sun pouches, empty bottles of Vitamin Water, and most of the cheerios that usually litter the van floor, so there was not an explosion of trash flying from my van.
Thank heavens for small favors.
I pulled over as soon as I could, and shut the door for real. The motor was starting to smell hot from all it's over-exertion, so I quickly prayed I had not wrecked it. Then we headed to school.
Drew screamed. He liked having the door open. He protests things loudly lately.
We made it to school only two minutes late. We parked illegally
I got everything dropped off, sent my darling daughter to school, and headed for home.
I made sure everyone was buckled first, though.
Happy Monday! (Yes, I know it's now Wednesday. You don't actually think I could blog about something on the same day it happened, do ya? I mean, I haven't even blogged the first day of school yet. For last year. A-hem.)