A Little Voice
Today was a tough day with more ups and downs than a rollercoaster at Six Flags.
I find it impossible to get out the door by 9 a.m. with two boys under two. My sixteen-month-old needs his Elmo, diapers, sippy cups, Mr. Brown Can Moo book, and snacks. My two-and-a-half-year-old also needs his snacks and drinks but also his dinosaur book, guitar (don’t ask) and Max the bunny. After chasing them down, getting them dressed and miraculously in the car without anything spilled, diapers dirtied, or things forgotten, we were off. The plan was to meet my Mom a half-hour north at a rest stop, then drive another hour to the outlets. Again, that was the plan. But the best laid plans of mice and men …
I arrived at the lot first, which was odd since Mom lives ten minutes from there. We waited for twenty minutes and the natives were getting restless. Another ten minutes and the screaming began. I called Mom’s cell and her home phone over and over. I knew something must be wrong. With two screaming Toddlers in the back seat and a Schoolhouse Rock CD blaring, I drove to Mom’s home. She wasn’t there. I drove through town looking for her car. No luck. After stopping to change diapers and make a few more frantic calls, I was getting worried.
I called the local hospital but was told she wasn’t there. But I knew she must be; there was no other logical explanation. Off we went to the Emergency Room. By now, I was a bit shaky, but at least the boys had calmed down thanks to PB&J sandwiches and Goldfish. While we waited and were ignored in the waiting room, my cell phone rang. It was the hospital that I was at informing me that my Mother had been in a serious car accident and I was listed as her emergency contact, so could I come down? I explained that I had been waiting in the Emergency Room for forty minutes just to find out if she was there and was being ignored. The Administrator apologized and had us sent up to see my Mom.
To make a long story short, the car was totaled, Mom is okay, and the kids were as good as two toddler boys can be. The high point of the whole day? My sixteen-month-old said “Gramma” for the first time!