So yesterday was when my parents left. Usually I don't see much fallout on the day they leave. But yesterday it was ALL ME who had the fallout.
I decided to use a shortcut to the girls' gymnastics class. Last night was the first night. I chose the wrong way and got us lost to the tune of a 20 minute detour. At the beginning, who was falling apart? No one. I was in control. We were going to make it. The girls were none-the-wiser. Just holding hands in the back seat singing (alternating) Our Lady Peace and O.A.R. How cute is that?
I started realizing my folly pretty early in the game (ie: I overestimated my ability to get us from point A to point B too easily). We were not coming from home. We were coming from an appointment and I had it totally worked out in my head how to get there. It was going to be no problem.
The PROBLEM, I discovered, was that I HAD NO IDEA HOW TO GET THERE FROM WHERE WE WERE. I tried, and I DID get us there, but there were about 30 minutes of OMG, WHERE ARE WE, CHRIMINY WHAT HAVE I DONE moments.
The kids handled it well until LITERALLY, the last 2 minutes. I mean, seriously, do you have to freak out when we're there? What about Mommy's freak out the previous 30 minutes? You know it, moms, the silent freak out you do when you don't want your kids to know? The freak out you try to hide but your tension fills the car? Oh, is that just me? Sorry.
Being lost AND not on time is quite possibly my biggest personal life nightmare (aside from the obvious family catastrophies I won't go into here).
So, you are wondering how the last two minutes went?
Oldest started bawling and hyperventilating over our late-ness (15 minutes), mostly because Youngest kept saying (I kid you not - 20 times at least), "Oldest, are we at dimdastics yet?" It was funny until Oldest started moaning in the backseat and begging her to STOP because she was going to DIE if she heard it one more time.
Of course, as it's always the case when Mommy's held it together over major trauma (getting lost in your own town certainly fits THAT), I ended up saying in a not-so-normal tone of voice, "DO YOU WANT MOMMY TO START SCREAMING WHEN WE ARE LITERALLY TWO MINUTES AWAY, I MEAN I CAN SEE THE PLACE, CAN'T WE ALL KEEP FROM LOSING IT NOW?"
Which begs the question that maybe MOMMY was losing it, I know.
But, we made it in one piece. 15 minutes late, which makes me C-R-A-Z-Y. I can't stand being late. Hmmmm. I wonder where Oldest gets her standards? Just one of life's little mysteries. ;)
And they L-O-V-E-D it. Seriously. They think gymnastics (dimdastics) is the best thing that ever happened to both of them.
Ahhhhhhhhh. Some days it all works out. Eventually.