So I was offered an internship! I’m so excited! This community health organization is growing, and they need someone to document their systems, specifically one of the IT processes. I guess there’s a good potential for future employment there, too. I’m excited. I’m not sure what the specifics are: hours, length of service, etc, but I’m still jazzed. The folks who interviewed me were personable, and I’m optimistic that I’ll enjoy this project!
Let me tell you about a recent road trip I took to visit the fam. It’s about a 375 mile trek. The trip as an adult isn’t so bad. But when you are 4 or 8, it’s dreadfully boring. The trip in was perfect for about a half hour. Then the boys decided they would rather fight than sit in a car reading, playing with cars, etc. I was mitigating so much fighting that I blew right by my first exit. I drove 30 miles before I realized I should have turned South by now. So I drove the 30 miles back to my southerly turn and corrected my course.
I drive another hour or so and decide I want to find something in my purse. But I can’t find my purse. I pull over and check the trunk; surely it must be in there. It was not. I’m nearly half way to my destination before I realize my options are to turn back, or see if my parents can meet me at some point to refuel me.
I did not want to go back. I did not want to drive 6 hours with crabby kids for nothing, only to have to do it again (I was running an errand for the Woodsman).
You can imagine the frantic calls to the Woodsman and my parents. Turns out, the Woodsman confessed it was his fault. (How on EARTH could I have missed my purse?). Like most people, I put everything that needs to be in the car by the door to be loaded. If it’s by the door, it’s as good as loaded. I had both my computer bag and my purse there. Therefore, they were both in the car, right?
Well, the Woodsman is fastidious. As this incident proves, sometimes TOO fastidious. He thought I’d moved my wallet from my purse to my computer bag (as I do for school), so he put my purse away in the closet. While I was loading.
Of course I was utterly frustrated and pretty upset when I discovered I was not to “blame” for the whole debacle. But… we all have our annoying habits that sometimes work against us in a big way, no?
Thankfully, I have the best parents in the world, and my dad drove 75 miles with a 5 gallon tank of gas to fuel me up. Thankfully again, we were able to get all the way to a state park, so the boys had a place to play while we waited. (The refueling trip was not perfectly timed, but who could complain about that when someone makes such a heroic rescue?) We played on the swings, found “snake holes,” ran around… it was really the perfect waiting spot. It couldn’t have gone better! Plus, Dad brought us lunch! We were hungry. No money = no lunch stops!
It’s really amazing how helpless you feel without ID and a debit card. I felt like I wasn’t an adult. I was so dependent. My mom gave me a spare wallet and some cash, which was such a blessing, but the feeling of utter dependence didn’t magically disappear. The Woodsman had my wallet mailed to me (second day), and all was better when I received that package!
The visit was nice. I completed the task for the Woodsman, despite his error.
The drive home was lovely. The boys could NOT have been better behaved. I am really very proud of them (still).
Though this posting is already quite the tome, I wanted to talk about one other aspect of the “Mystery of the Missing Purse.” I had Cosmo’s meds in there. 5 days without them? Could I do it? I had called the Ped’s office to see if she could call my parent’s physician to write a script to be filled in town. I knew it was a long shot, and ultimately I wasn’t able to do it. the Woodsman attempted to mail them, but that was also foiled. So we had to suck it up and work with the ADHD kid off the meds.
I gave him coffee. It worked pretty well. It wasn’t the same as medicated, mind you, but it “took the edge off.” I gave him a cup in the morning and a cup in the afternoon.