Ahhh… two days off in a row.
Or so I thought. At the end of the first day, I got THE call. Only one person was scheduled on the morning shift tomorrow, and with 140 checkouts they were wondering if I could come in and help.
Sure I can!
At least I accomplished a few things today. Cleaned out my baking cabinet. Baked some yummy oatmeal cookies. Started the dough for chocolate chip cookies. And washed a load of clothes.
Mario finally convinced me to go driving with her. She’s had her permit for a few months now, and has only been out a couple of times with my hubby. I warned her I’m a terrible passenger. She warned ME she’s a terrible driver.
Luckily, we have plenty of country roads for her to navigate. Little to no traffic, and very few intersections. Still, I sat with my hands clenched and tried to remain calm.
At least I knew she was scanning the driveways for cars and pedestrians, because each time she looked, we veered off the road. I clenched my jaw and managed not to say anything. She knew.
After we were on the road a while, she let out a secret. “You know Dad always teaches me to drive by telling me what it is YOU do wrong.”
What!? What I do wrong? I don’t do anything wrong!
“Let me tell you what HE does wrong,” I shot back. I had to think quick. What does he do wrong? There’s gotta be something! I mustered out a weak, “well he looks at the map on his iPad way too much.”
I felt better.
Another 1/2 hour of drive time checked off. Only 46 more hours to go. Hubby will probably have to do all the rest, since I never seem to be off of work. I hope he’s teaching her this. Not.