Driving in the Wrong Direction
Poor Grass stain has been dying for… well, years.
We aren’t in the position to get a new car. It isn’t registered,
since it won’t pass the inspection.
Which means we are down to one car.
It has actually been really good for me. I have to take Trevor
to work and pick him up. I feel horrible in the mornings and am so tired and
getting up is beyond hard. But since I have to take Trevor to work, I have to
get up. It’s honestly the only thing getting me to work on the mornings I feel
so sick.
There are days I feel horrible in the afternoon and want to
leave early, but I know I have to pick Trevor up, so I just suck it up.
So, I drop him off and pick him up every day. Every day.
Today I was on my way to get him when he called. I had just
got off the exit. We talked for a minute and he asked where I was. I told him I
had just exited, but nothing looked familiar.
I kept driving, not seeing any of the usual landmarks. Oddly though I was incredibly complacent about it.
He asked me, “Do you see the apartment complex before my
work?”
I didn’t. Then he said, “Britt, did you get off the wrong
exit?”
Yes, yes I did. I got off the wrong exit. And kept driving
and didn’t put it together for far too long. I had to turn around and take an
alternate route to his work.
The whole time I was just driving completely oblivious and
unconcerned. It was so weird.
Anyone who knows me knows I am horrible with directions, but
this was a whole new level of sad. It is absolutely pregnancy related, I know
this. I’ve said/done things this pregnancy that make me feel like I’m a total
idiot.
Trevor thought this situation was hilarious but I told him
he couldn’t tell people, because it makes me look dumb.
Love,
Brittney
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