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Jun. 4th, 2010 @ 10:50 am The 842nd way motherhood has made me lose my mind.
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Hubby and I both drive. This in itself is pretty unremarkable in this day and age. Like, I know of maybe three people that don't drive, and one of them is legally blind. I like to think that we are fairly reasonable, safe drivers. We drive cars, a van and we each have driven motorcycles for the past 20 years. Often hubby will go out without me. That is the nature of him being a grown adult, us having different schedules and commitments and working at different jobs. It is sadly also currently the nature of us only having one motorcycle, since a co-worker crashed and subsequently bought mine, but I digress. It used to be that hubby could go out cruising for a day, hell a day and a night and I never once worried about him.

Motherhood has changed that. Apparently, since V isn't yet old enough to drive and worry momma, I've transferred all the crazy onto her dad, and V doesn't even need to be in the car with him! Call it a practice run for when she's sixteen. It used to drive me nuts to get home from a lovely bike ride only to be faced with an answering machine full of messages because my mother heard that a couple were in a motorcycle accident somewhere in the greater city area, so you know, obviously it was us. And yet I now find myself trying, and failing to restrain myself from calling hubby when I hear of an accident within 14kms of the area he might be at.

And yet now I hear of a car accident in the boonies near where hubby works and I suddenly think the fact that he's two hours late and not answering his cell (duh, it's the boonies) means he's dead on the road somewhere. Not just that he's two hours late every night and most nights I don't hear about car accidents and don't worry. Instead I start wondering where his organ donor card is, where the keys to the safety deposit box are, if I know all his banking info, and wondering why we didn't pre-pay our funerals. (I just said wondering, I don't actually go looking for or find them, because then what would I worry about the next time?)

But this morning takes the cake, and this is where you are my therapy. Hubby took V to nursery school this morning. The main road outside of our 'burb is a shithole mess. They've decided to re-pave and re-sidewalk AND re-move, no wait remove, all of the bus lay-bys at the same time, so our major artery has turned into a major parking lot. Getting to the school now includes dueling with the assholes that can clearly see the lane closures ahead (because you just did) but decide to drive on at full speed and force you out of your lane at the last moment, and the lovely left hand turn across traffic into the parking lot. I'll never understand why the on-coming jerks won't let you cross, it's not like you're impeding their being stopped at the gridlock, or *gasp* taking up a car length in their lane, you're simply crossing their damn lane. Glad you got to wait that 10 minutes out 10 feet closer to your goal are you?

Whoa - back on track. I expected it to take a while for the drop off. Then a while turned into a while longer. Then I made the mistake of listening to the news where they announced an accident in the north-bound lane of said artery. The logical side of me went, 'well that's what's taking him so long to get back'. The freaking, screaming maniac went 'OMFG - they've been in an accident! How quickly can I get showered? Should I drive or run? Where is his organ donor card? Do I have his insurance info? AAAAHHHH!' So here I sit typing this instead, waiting for him to get home, because the alternative is me running through the 'hood in my jammies and I think I'll save that gem for when V's old enough to be mortified by the thought.
Who does she think she is?
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From:moo
Date:June 4th, 2010 10:06 pm (UTC)
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I get like this when my clients don't show up for their appointments on time.
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From:neeroc
Date:June 8th, 2010 06:52 pm (UTC)
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Dude, you need to be really glad I'm not your client *g*
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From:moo
Date:June 8th, 2010 07:03 pm (UTC)
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Do you have chronically late-itis?
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From:neeroc
Date:June 10th, 2010 02:19 pm (UTC)
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I work on the 'ish' rule. 5ish means anytime between 4:30 and 5:30. As a rule, those who subscribe to the ish rule will never be there between 4:30 and 5:01 though...
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From:moo
Date:June 21st, 2010 07:52 pm (UTC)
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Oooooh, that would make me insane.
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From:(Anonymous)
Date:June 10th, 2010 07:33 am (UTC)
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I so get it! I am the same way. LOL I just had to make arrangements for my gran's funeral where I saw that they have a policy for $400 where they will come and get our bodies, bring them home no matter where we are. So if we are in Thai Land they will talk to the government, export the bodies back home. No fuss no muss! Language barriers, no problem! I think that is great! I buy special insurance for $75 that covers a life flight out of the desert if we need it, every year at Burning Man. Just in case. LOL
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From:neeroc
Date:June 10th, 2010 02:25 pm (UTC)
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I'm very sorry to hear about your gran. You really need to post more (look who's talking right?) there's so many things I need to hear updates on from you - or are you blogging somewhere else now?
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From:running5k2day
Date:June 21st, 2010 10:28 pm (UTC)
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LoL~Your post made me laugh. I don't listen to the news nor the radio because I think I might be the same way. I tend to stay busy when he leaves and find something to do when he hits the road back home. No way am I gonna freak on the phone so he can laugh and poke fun at me during family gatherings.

Glad he made it home safe and sound.
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