When Novel Fodder Happens

This morning found me on the wrong end of everything.

Dear Daughter needed a ride to school to catch the bus for a baseball tourney.  No problem.  Early morning runs are part of my taxi gig as a mom.  As are late night ones.  And mid day runs.  And I-forgot-my-clarinet runs.  And….  In my next life I’m coming back as my daughter’s daughter to collect my taxi tokens–with interest.

Anyway, I swear I put on more in-town miles in a day than most commuters do in a week.  This means my gas tank dwindles faster than it should.  It dinged at me after the school run yesterday, but I was too rushed to pay attention.  Then, it dinged at me again for the dance trip, and a third time after the movies.  But, I was too tired to stop and fill up.

At 6:00am gas was the farthest thing from my mind when I drug myself out of bed and drove DD to the school.  Which, incidentally is truly the farthest thing from gas in this town.  Every gas station is on one half mile strip of road on the very east part of town.  The school, and my gas-less truck, was on the very west side of town.

And I, with my pink capri jammie pants, green t-shirt, red slippers and bed head was somewhere in between when the engine started coughing.

I had no cell phone.  Never do.  DH is four hours up north fishing, so couldn’t be my knight in a gray Tahoe anyway.  Thankfully my truck spluttered to it’s death in the gas station parking lot.  However, I had no credit card and had to go in to pay.

The only thing that could have added to my morning novel fodder was if my DD’s bus–filled with “hot” baseball players–would have driven by as I stood at the pump.  I would have waved.  She would have hated me. 

As much fun as this would have been, we’d have been even.  And there’s nothing I want more than to come back and collect those taxi tokens.  In the meantime, I’ll settle for torturing her with dancing as I drive.  She loves that–almost as much as I love running out of gas in my jammies.

Hope your day is filled with happiness~ cat

10 responses to “When Novel Fodder Happens

  1. Glad that you didn’t get stranded! I dance when I drive, sometimes, too, and sing, which my oldest son detests. Younger son just sings along with me. 🙂

    • Layinda, what’s with those big kids? Yesterday I had a truck full of girls who had cranked the music and were all acting weird and teenagey. DD looked over and said, OK Mom.

      It was a pretty fun moment to jump start their evening of dancing and flirting. We got a good chuckle out of it.

  2. Glad you made it to the gas station and that you had your wallet!

    My singing in the car was always okay with my kids – as long as their friends weren’t with me! Now they’re old enough to drive themselves. They sing again too – they’re over that whole embarrassed at everything stage!

    Real life does give us lots of moments to use. 🙂

    • Jemi,

      I’m glad you get to sing in the car again. That’s one thing they don’t mind–we even pass around random objects to use as microphones. It’s fun to see how our kids evolve. Their like mini novels undergoing edits all the time! Good thing they usually end up with a happily ever after.

      Have a good rest of the weekend.

  3. I would have waved if they drove by too. I discovered with my daughter, nothing I did could appease her.

    She used to get mad at me because her friends liked me and told her she was lucky. I asked her would you prefer I was rude and inconsiderate while they were around – She actually said, yes.

    Thankfully she grew out of that attitude. Drove me batty. (Hugs)Indigo

    • Indigo,

      That must have been horrible. But I can see her point. If they thought you were cool, would that make her a little less cool by comparison? It’s nice when they outgrow those attitudes and hearing that your daughter did gives me hope.

      Have a great day~ cat

  4. I had to laugh at this one, Cat. Hanging over my head since I was a teenager (more than 50 years ago) is a little sign that says, “Don’t let the gas get below a quarter of a tank,” and I start to suffer serious anxiety when it gets close. I can thank my dad for making me so obsessive that I never, never run out of gas. I can so imagine you at the gas station in your jammies…

    • Patricia,

      Ironically my dad has hammered that into my head as well. Apparently I’m a slow learner with a very hard head : )

      Though in my defense, I don’t let it go below a quarter in the winter. That is way too risky with our weather. However, I may have learned my lesson: don’t drop kids off in your jammies!

      Hugs~ cat

  5. Sounds like a great start to the day. Hoping things go better in the future.

    • Cassandra,

      Actually it wasn’t so bad. I usually don’t let things like this bother me. And when I picked DD up from the tourney and told her about it, we got a great chuckle over it. Good bonding moment. Then we sang into our cell phones and snarfed our ice cream before we got home so the little boys wouldn’t know we had bought any.

      All in all, an epically successful day.

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