Friday was definitely a day filled with highs and lows. Thankfully, it was followed by the weekend affording me some much needed time to relax and regroup. Of course, I'm not sure how much relaxing was actually accomplished, but I digress and that will be the topic of a future blog.
morning was spent frantically trying to get everything organized and
ready for the luncheon. Robby stayed home from school so that he could
attend and "help" us with the event. Since he only has three more days
of school left, I didn't see the harm in allowing him to skip class for
the day. Besides, seeing what his Daddy does for a living is just as
educational as sitting in a classroom.
With the car loaded with
lasagna, rolls, and cookies, we headed into Scott's school. With help
and the use of several carts, everything was transported into the
cafeteria, and within 30 minutes we were set up, decorated and ready for
This is the 8th year that we have hosted this
event, and I have to admit, I think that this was our best yet.
Everybody enjoyed the food, the student's accomplishments were
celebrated, and everybody left with a fully belly and a smile on their
face. Before I knew it, we were packing up to head home, highly
satisfied with a wildly successful luncheon.
I had promised Robby
that we would pick up his friend Rowan from school and go to the local
bounce house. Both he and Rowan were excited about spending a Friday
afternoon hopping and playing. I was eager to watch him become tired,
hopeful that it would translate into an early bedtime. As soon as I had
the car unpacked, it was time to go pick up Rowan. By this point in the
afternoon, I was beginning to lose steam.
Driving on autopilot, I
had already gone a few miles when I realized I was not headed towards
her school. With time ticking away, I began to look for a place to turn
around. I saw a side street and decided to take it, hoping that I would
be able to turn around.
I knew I was driving slowly, so when I
saw a car quickly approaching in my rear view mirror, I pulled to the
side of the road to allow him to pass. Unfortunately I pulled over too
far! Within seconds, I was stuck in a ditch with the right tires covered
to the top with mud. I tried to back up and rock my car out, but I only
managed to dig myself deeper into the ditch. There was no doubt: I was
stuck and wasn't going to be going anywhere. I desperately needed help.
called Scott who had already made it home. I explained where I was and
that I needed him to come right away because Rowan was expecting me to
pick her up at school in 10 minutes! After I hung up with him, I called
Mr. Bill whom I knew had a strong truck and a lot of mechanical
experience. I love that I could call both men for help and that they
both dropped everything to come, no questions asked.
I sat on the
side of the road and realized that the SUV was profoundly leaning. I
knew the vehicle was losing the battle with the soft mud and that I
needed to get Robby out. I had just pulled Robby from the vehicle when
Scott and Bill arrived. Without asking any questions, Scott threw me
the keys to his car so that I could go pick up Rowan. He stayed with
Bill and a gentleman in a truck who also stopped to help.
time I picked up Rowan and drove home, the mud laden SUV was sitting in
the driveway. To everybody's surprise, the good Samaritan was able to
pull it out of the ditch! The car was dirty but undamaged, and my
anxiety and fear turned to embarrassment when I knew that everything was
going to be okay.
As promised I took Robby and Rowan to the
bounce house. I sat in the bounce lounge, beating myself up for stupidly
driving into a ditch. I couldn't believe that I had done something that
irresponsible! We were so incredibly lucky that nobody was hurt and
that the SUV was pulled out dirty but unscathed.
I called my Mom
and began to rant about my stupidity. She stopped me in mid sentence
and told me something that I desperately needed to hear. "You made a
mistake. You aren't perfect, and it's okay." In that moment I forgave
myself for the accident, accepted the gift that nobody was hurt and that
the car was undamaged, and promised to pay the good Samaritan forward
by helping somebody else someday.
As soon as I embraced the fact
that I am not perfect, I began to feel better about driving into the
ditch. I tried to put the accident out of my mind and began to
concentrate on having fun. We came home and had a pizza party followed
by a walk to see the duck pond.
the walk morphed into a dance party. The fact that it began to steadily
rain only added to the fun! We must have been quite a sight for the
neighbors, dancing down the street in the rain to Michael Jackson's
"Thriller" and "Beat It.". Both kids were laughing, singing and having a
good time. I'm so glad that Robby is not yet at the age where he is
embarrassed to sing and dance with me!
I was exhausted by the
time I crawled into bed Friday night. Between the luncheon, driving into
a ditch and the dance party in the rain, the day had been the epitome
of good and bad. I'm so glad that I ended the evening by dancing in the
rain, laughing with my little boy!