Impeccable Timing

The boys and I headed over to pick us up some tasty Mexican goodness from Chipotle for lunch today. Ryan is working out of his home office, and at one point he wanted to eat lunch. (I know, so demanding!) I had me a mad craving for the best take-out burrito with lots of guac yumminess. So I took Ryan’s order and off we went.

You know what I think Chipotle is missing? A drive-thru. Wouldn’t that just be the best? No unbuckling of the car seats and no, “Miles, stay right here we’re in a parking lot do not move stay by the tire,” would need to be said. No unbuckling of another car seat and lifting of the 20+ pound baby onto the hip, while grabbing a tiny preschool hand and pulling it across the parking lot, hats flying off in the wind. No, with a drive-thru, there would be none of that.

Then there’s the waiting in line while the baby continuously tries to throw himself out of my arms and the three year old keeps wandering, making us lose our place in line. No, with a drive-thru there would be none of that.

Have you ever tried to order under those conditions? I can’t stay focused, even when I’m by myself, so to order three things, keeping track of who likes what toppings, stopping every three seconds to wrangle someone…ugh.

But more than any of that, today I would have liked a drive-thru because then I probably wouldn’t have hit that guy in the parking lot. No, I know I wouldn’t have. I wouldn’t have been backing out of a parking space because I would have gone through the drive-thru!

I swear I didn’t see him. It wasn’t road rage. He was in his car, thank God, not on foot. But I was backing out of my spot, carefully looking over my shoulder and yet, “CRACK!!!”

“What was that mommy?”

“Um, I guess I hit a car.”

“WHY?”

SO I got out and said, “Hello Sir, are you okay?” He smiled. I breathed a sigh of relief, thinking “thank God he’s not yelling at me.” We both admitted fault, backing out at the exact same moment, in each other’s blind spots. whoops.

I think he and I both may be just a bit accident prone. Because when I bent down to take a look at the damage to his car, he did too. At the exact same time and, “CRACK!!!,” we bonked heads!

Then we laughed sheepishly, as if to say, “we’re both idiots. Good day.”

And we left, no real harm done.

Well okay. There are some pretty hefty scratches on our bumper. You know, the kind you don’t really feel excited to tell your husband about. So I would have waited to tell Ryan about them until later because I’m good at stalling on things like that. But he came up from the office for lunch and Miles said, “we were in the car..and..and…and there was a conk and then I said is it dented mommy and she said no, it’s just a scratch.”

“Heather, what is he talking about?”

silence…..

“SWEETIE?!?”

So I told him some mean guy hit me on purpose in the parking lot and then screamed at me and threatened my life. Thank God we got out alive and some such thing.

So now Ryan’s not mad at me either.

(okay, I didn’t say that. I told him the truth and he quickly understood and forgave my mishap while laughing hysterically at the head-bonking part. Aw, I got me a good one.)