Alas and Alack
Posted on December 6th, 2012
Here’s something you don’t want to hear when you’re driving your kid through a sketchy neighborhood on the way to school (also in a sketchy area):
“Hey, Mama, that guy had a gun.” (Even accepting that Pea’s vision is much better than mine and she isn’t focused on driving, I’m pretty sure there were no cops around.)
“Are you sure? Maybe it was a toy.”
“No, it was a big gun. I’ve seen it in books and on shows.”
Fantastic. I’ll add “men with automatic weapons” to the list of people to avoid when driving (along with bicyclists and suicidal pedestrians). And maybe this explains the new presence of uniformed police at the coffee shop where I wait out the morning kindergarten session.
In other news, this week is kicking my ass. Between illness, my back going out (which makes driving and pretty much any movement SO much fun), the car making the funny noise, school drama that I am tired of dealing with, and money-related panic attacks, I am ready to curl up in a ball for the rest of the winter. (Alas and alack, but who would get Pea to school? No such luck.)
I’m making it through on muscle relaxers, caffeine, willpower, and promising myself I can take a nap when I get home.