I think 20 mph school zones are unsafe. I spend more time looking down at my speedometer than the road watching for children. I’m too paranoid that I will be caught going 2 or 3 miles over by a crazy cop who needs to bring in more revenue for the city, where fines are doubled. And cruise control doesn’t work at such slow speeds. Just saying, I may not be the only one like this. Or maybe I am…
I finally got my car clock changed back an hour. But not without changing three of my presets to the same radio station. I hate having to relearn how to do that every six months. And I can pretty much promise that as long as I am living, I will never remember how to do it.
Zack. I love him, but the kid has NEVER been a good sleeper. I can probably count on my fingers the number of times he has NOT woken up in the five o’clock hour. Last night, he didn’t wake up until 6:06am. I was laying in bed for those precious six minutes thinking that the only logical explanation was that he died or was kidnapped. And those were the LOGICAL explanations. Our fingers are crossed for tonight that he stays safe AND sleeps in ’til 6:00am. Or even 7:00am, but that’s still a distant dream.
Mackay: “I’ve got some good news and bad news….I put a dirty cup in the dishwasher.”
Me: “But the dishwasher is clean.”
Mackay: “That’s the bad news.”
I’m not really the kind of person to have road rage. But I AM the kind of person to have parking lot rage. Note to others that find themselves without the same caliber of intellect that I have: If you park and can barely get out of you car, don’t think for one minute that my door won’t “accidentally” hit your precious 2010 fully-loaded whatever when I attempt to buckle my children into my car. Yesterday I actually waited outside in the parking lot for a few minutes hoping the owners of the car next to me would come out so I could give them a piece of my mind. Instead I squeezed Zack into his carseat, and hit the car next to me with my fist as I walked away. Fuming.
And I have a serious problem with fully capable people watching me push my groceries out to my car. They see the vehicle I am walking towards, so they stop. And put on their blinker. And wait. While I unload ALL of my groceries, buckle two kids into car seats, return my shopping cart, and take out my fresh bottled water I just bought and sip ever-so-slightly. To get the full effect of a refrigerated beverage touching my tongue and going down my throat after a long and exhausting shopping trip. And then I get in the car, and find my lip gloss, because all of a sudden my lips feel a little too chapped. And they wait. Still. Do they not realize they would be in the store and through three grocery aisles by the time they actually get that “great” parking spot? The human race sometimes doesn’t make a lot of sense.
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Molly Simmons - Oh My Goodness! My biggest pet peeve is when some one waits for me to unload all my grocery’s, 3 kids and whatever else I have. I go SUPER slow, look through my car for a missing toy, chapstick whatever it takes to annoy the heck out of them just so I can get out of my parking spot so much slower…just for them. GGGRRRRR!!! Frustrates the heck out of me!
Cammie - So funny! I feel the same way about everything you said. I love that I have a minivan now though because it’s so much easier to get the kids in the car because of the sliding doors.
Kalli - Cammie, you’re actually selling me on a minivan. That sounds like HEAVEN!
Meagan Tuck - Thanks for the laughs Kalli. I was thinking, “who else do I know who has 2 kids and keeps active with blogging?” Then I thought about you and thought, “I haven’t read her blog in a while”. I thought this was going to be your work blog so I’m excited to find you are still blogging about your hilarious real-life moments!
Linda - I am still laughing out loud! Thanks for making my day.
Kristi - Ha ha – THis cracked me up because it’s so me! You’re funny Kalli.