|Combo party with the girls' house next door, thus |
the rented tables and tablecloths vs the
broken furniture scattered in their backyard.
Coach and I had a great time visiting Tank over the weekend. We enjoy his friends and their parents so much. There is never enough time and always more people I wished I'd gotten to visit with more, but having too many fun people to chat with is a good problem to have.
We hit a little bump in the road Thursday evening and it threw me off my A-game. More on that later. I wanted to bring Tank cookies in addition to the pumpkin bread I'd already made him, so I pressed onward despite the distraction. I burned not one, but TWO sheets. The 'burned' cookies weren't charred, but they were darker than my standard issue.
Tank texted earlier on Thursday: HEY, IF YOU HAVE TIME CAN YOU GET ME A FEW MORE POLO SHIRTS. THANKS.
I texted him back: YOU'RE FUNNY - THAT'S NOT HAPPENING. And would he eat browner than normal cookies. He responded: IS THE POPE CATHOLIC? So I had to forgive him for asking me to go to the mall when I'm managing a heavy load at the moment. *I do promise this will be more clear . . . soon-ish.
I was still dealing with the bump when I drove Curly to school late on Friday. We allowed her to sleep in and miss consumer ec because she'd gotten home late from a volleyball tournament and had to study.
Coach and I were 45 minutes from home when I realized that I didn't have my wallet. I was so confused. I don't even know what made me suddenly search my bag frantically for it.
Then I realized: I was on the phone dealing with the bump when I was on my way home from driving Curly. I hopped out of the Great White and left the wallet between the seats. We didn't drive GW to Omaha as he's retired from road trips. That old jalopy is lucky to make it to the next town.
I called another mom who was also driving to Omaha from the Chicago burbs. She hadn't left yet. She and her husband agreed to stop at our house, put up the garage door with our code, and grab my wallet from GW. Hooray!
You might recall from the Costco trip I took a few years ago that Coach doesn't have a cash card. Still. STILL! I'd gotten cash out for the weekend. Plus I had my lipstick in there, my mascara, and the cord that plugs my phone into the car. The only reason my mascara was in there was because I wanted to remember to replace it - it's essentially empty. Has having it in my wallet helped me remember to replace it? No, it sure as hell hasn't.
I could've survived without my wallet, but I wasn't sure if I'd get carded. I don't look 20 by any stretch, but sometimes they get fussy at those college bars. The bonus was we got to meet up with friends-who-deliver-wallets at the bar that night as they even brought it to where we were. Their son and Tank are not in the same fraternity, so our paths don't usually cross while in Omaha. We really enjoy them and have so many ON THE SAME PAGE things in common. They have 5 kids - many same or similar ages to ours. They get us, and not many people can say that.
Wake up Tank! Sunday morning before we drove home, we planned to take Tank to breakfast. We agreed on 9:15 am.
The shredded lettuce bag for the 7 layer
taco dip got a little wet in the cooler, so
we dried it on a bath towel on our bed
before the cookout. Some people are
into rose petals on their beds,
or so I've heard.
We texted him to say we were on our way. We were a few minutes early. We texted: HERE. Then Coach went inside his unlocked house and knocked on his locked bedroom door. At least that was locked. No response. Coach was like TOO BAD. HE DOESN'T WANT BREAKFAST. LET'S GO. I went inside and REALLY pounded on the door. Nothing. I was about to give up, but then I called "TANK" and I hear a clear as day: YEAH?
After he realized it was me: HUH, WE SAID 9:15.
Me: TANK - IT'S 9:30. DID YOU NOT HEAR ME POUNDING ON THE DOOR?
Tank: YEAH, BUT I THOUGHT YOU WERE MY BUDDIES. WAIT, WE SAID 9:15 THOUGH.
Me: DO YOUR BUDDIES POUND? AND YEAH - IT'S 9:30. DO YOU WANT TO GO GET BREAKFAST OR NOT.
Tank: YES MY ROOMATES DO SHIT LIKE THAT AND YES, I WANT TO GO TO BREAKFAST.
We enjoyed our breakfast, but we were at the place that has amazing GF coffee cake and they didn't have any. Boo hiss.
Unfortunately my dad went into the hospital on Friday with a UTI. Horrible timing in terms of me being able to visit him or stay with my mom, because I'd just left town. My sisters were at the ND game Saturday, but my brothers were available and my sisters were around Sunday. Because he has leukemia, he struggles to fight infections. He feels good and can't wait to come home but he still had a temp of 101 Sunday afternoon. Prayers and good thoughts are appreciated. I do expect that he'll recover soon.
May your road bumps be small, your wallets be with you, and may pounding on doors in a fraternity house not be part of your coming week.
What have you left behind when traveling?