I had posted this on my tumblr blog several weeks ago when it happened. I'm reposting it here for your reading enjoyment, and also, because Episode 2 happened today and will be posted soon.
If I'm not mistaken, the definition of the term "Soccer Mom", is a middle class, suburban mom, who drives an SUV, and hauls her children here, there and everywhere. That's me to a "t". Honestly, I wouldn't have it any other way, and feel guilty if I have to rely on someone else to get the boys where they need to be or picked up. But, the reality is, I can't be in two places at once, and shouldn't even try, because Murphy's law is sure to rear its head, if I do.
Well, that's what happened yesterday...
In the attempt to pick up and drop off some paper work "real quick fast" on the way to pick the boys up from school, I ran into one of those Murphy's law situations.
Of course, I left the house with plenty of time to do all that I needed to get done and decided that Chester, our little dog, could come along for the ride. Chester likes the car. He likes to hang out in the Jeep in the driveway, or roam freely in the Buick if I'm cleaning it out. He likes to take a car ride every now and then. His stomach does not.
With that in mind, I prepared myself for the inevitable, making sure I brought along a towel, just in case. So as I'm driving through a unnamed near by neighborhood, I hear that familiar urping sound coming from the small animal in the seat next to me. I quickly start to reach for the towel to put underneath Chester's mouth, so that any and all stomach contents can be corralled and will not end up near the paper work on its way to being dropped off or the $600 camera sitting stupidly out on the car seat next to him. As I do this, my eyes divert briefly off the road in front of me and my car slightly diverts off the road as well. Into someone's pile of leaf and tree branch for pick up. Stunned and relieved it wasn't someone's mailbox, I look in the rear view mirror to make sure no one is behind me (really to make sure no one saw me) and I carefully back out of the yard and continue on my way. By now Chester is finished and I barely caught any of the vomit in the above mentioned towel.
I thought to myself- well, this must be the icing on the cake to the weekend of stress from you know where. Murphy (law) didn't agree.
I reached my drop off destination with plenty of time to spare.
I hopped out of the car, ran to the porch, deposited what I had brought, picked up what I had come to get and turned around to get back in the car. There was Chester, as cute as could be, looking at me through the window, paws on the door armrest, near the lock/unlock button. He had locked the doors.
Lovely! Car's running, radio on, oh and look at that- my cell phone is right there on the middle console. I start to panic just a little.
I'm not sure what I was thinking about at that moment, but all intelligent thinking flew out my brain. I actually tried to motion the dog to step back up on the armrest, hoping that he would step on the button again. Chester just looked at me like the crazy woman I am.
With no one home at the house I was at, neither one of the closest neighbors home either, I started walking to a friend's parent's house, who I knew lived in the neighborhood and might possibly be home. Then I started running, because when I looked at the time, I had twenty minutes to get to school to pick up the boys. Half way to the Sullivan's house, I kept hoping someone from Fort Craig would drive by, so I could tell them to tell the boys' teachers what had happened and that I would be late.
A quarter mile later, I reached the Sullivan's house, and rang the door bell. Luckily, Miss Connie was home, and let me use her phone to call school first, and then OnStar. They were able to unlock my door. I hitched a ride back to my running car and my nervous dog, got in and drove across town to get the boys- thankfully with out any more run ins with the law- Murphy's.
If some day you're listening to the radio and hear one of those OnStar commercials, listen real well. It might be the one about the lady who's dog locked her out of her running car and had to walk a mile (not really) to use a phone because it was in the car with the dog.
If I'm not mistaken, the definition of the term "Soccer Mom", is a middle class, suburban mom, who drives an SUV, and hauls her children here, there and everywhere. That's me to a "t". Honestly, I wouldn't have it any other way, and feel guilty if I have to rely on someone else to get the boys where they need to be or picked up. But, the reality is, I can't be in two places at once, and shouldn't even try, because Murphy's law is sure to rear its head, if I do.
Well, that's what happened yesterday...
In the attempt to pick up and drop off some paper work "real quick fast" on the way to pick the boys up from school, I ran into one of those Murphy's law situations.
Of course, I left the house with plenty of time to do all that I needed to get done and decided that Chester, our little dog, could come along for the ride. Chester likes the car. He likes to hang out in the Jeep in the driveway, or roam freely in the Buick if I'm cleaning it out. He likes to take a car ride every now and then. His stomach does not.
With that in mind, I prepared myself for the inevitable, making sure I brought along a towel, just in case. So as I'm driving through a unnamed near by neighborhood, I hear that familiar urping sound coming from the small animal in the seat next to me. I quickly start to reach for the towel to put underneath Chester's mouth, so that any and all stomach contents can be corralled and will not end up near the paper work on its way to being dropped off or the $600 camera sitting stupidly out on the car seat next to him. As I do this, my eyes divert briefly off the road in front of me and my car slightly diverts off the road as well. Into someone's pile of leaf and tree branch for pick up. Stunned and relieved it wasn't someone's mailbox, I look in the rear view mirror to make sure no one is behind me (really to make sure no one saw me) and I carefully back out of the yard and continue on my way. By now Chester is finished and I barely caught any of the vomit in the above mentioned towel.
I thought to myself- well, this must be the icing on the cake to the weekend of stress from you know where. Murphy (law) didn't agree.
I reached my drop off destination with plenty of time to spare.
I hopped out of the car, ran to the porch, deposited what I had brought, picked up what I had come to get and turned around to get back in the car. There was Chester, as cute as could be, looking at me through the window, paws on the door armrest, near the lock/unlock button. He had locked the doors.
Lovely! Car's running, radio on, oh and look at that- my cell phone is right there on the middle console. I start to panic just a little.
I'm not sure what I was thinking about at that moment, but all intelligent thinking flew out my brain. I actually tried to motion the dog to step back up on the armrest, hoping that he would step on the button again. Chester just looked at me like the crazy woman I am.
With no one home at the house I was at, neither one of the closest neighbors home either, I started walking to a friend's parent's house, who I knew lived in the neighborhood and might possibly be home. Then I started running, because when I looked at the time, I had twenty minutes to get to school to pick up the boys. Half way to the Sullivan's house, I kept hoping someone from Fort Craig would drive by, so I could tell them to tell the boys' teachers what had happened and that I would be late.
A quarter mile later, I reached the Sullivan's house, and rang the door bell. Luckily, Miss Connie was home, and let me use her phone to call school first, and then OnStar. They were able to unlock my door. I hitched a ride back to my running car and my nervous dog, got in and drove across town to get the boys- thankfully with out any more run ins with the law- Murphy's.
If some day you're listening to the radio and hear one of those OnStar commercials, listen real well. It might be the one about the lady who's dog locked her out of her running car and had to walk a mile (not really) to use a phone because it was in the car with the dog.
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