You know, I can't believe I forgot to write the best part in yesterday's post! (I'm losing my mind.)
Anyway, when we left the doctor's office yesterday, I decided to make a stop at Trader Joe's. I knew there was a Trader Joe's near the office because I'd been to it a couple times before. I just couldn't think how to get there from the doctor's. I couldn't remember which street it was on. I wasn't even sure of the general direction it was in. I left the office and started off driving in one direction. Clay spoke up from the back of my van, "Mom, you were supposed to turn there."
"I know, Clay, but we're not going home right now. We're going to stop at the grocery store. I'm just not sure where it is."
So I drove a little ways and saw a sign for the next town. Oops. I turned around and started driving back. I drove a little ways in that direction and saw another sign for the next town. Oops. OK, how about I turn around and go this way. This time I got stuck in a neighborhood from which there was no escape. I drove around a hospital, a school, and a whole subdivision of houses. I think, after circling around, up and down the same streets, back and forth in front of this same school for like a half an hour, the Neighborhood Watch people were assembling and calling the authorities on me.
This was the point when Clay sighed and asked me, "Mom, are you lost?"
"No! We're going to the grocery store. I know how to get there! I'm just taking a, um, a special way to get there!" I lied through my teeth to Clay.
"Are you sure? I think we're going back to the same place again and again and again," Clay questioned me.
I admitted defeat to my 4 year old. "OK, I'm lost. Should I be looking for any sand piles to get to the grocery store?"
"You're silly, Mom!" Clay laughed uproariously.
(I called my friend Jen, who told me which street the store was on and I finally found it.)
OK, now back to working on my book......