I lay there a few minutes longer willing myself back to sleep only to hear the creaking of my bedroom door and a timid voice from the main floor of the house.
"Mom? I might need to take your car to work today." the voice said.
Immediately my eyes were wide open. My car? My baby? The car I've almost paid off? My only source of escape? My mind was reeling... for about 15 whole seconds.
"Why? Did it snow? Your car works in the snow, ya know. If you can drive mine you can drive yours." I replied to my darling daughter.
"It's not that. I parked my car in the driveway last night and I was wearing Zach's coat and put my keys in the pocket. He took his coat when he left." She said.
"Right. Okay, can't you use the spare key?" I asked
"There isn't a spare key. The key you gave me was the spare." Came the almost tearful response.
"You realize my car is in the garage, right? How were you going to get my car out of the driveway when you're parked in the driveway?" I asked, feeling a little superior and pissed off at the same time.
"I can just push it out of the drive way in neutral." She offered.
So I let her go on outside and do just that. Please note that my precious princess is 5'3" and 105 pounds sopping wet. It took all of two minutes before she came back to the house and in her shaky "she's going to kill me I just know it" voice said, "Mom?"
|Yeah I looked just like that except for the blonde hair|
and I wore wool socks and a jacket. Otherwise totally
"No... can you help me?" She asked.
"Well I don't have a lot of options do I?" said the bitchy mom while she put on her wool socks, shoes, and jacket.
Outside I went. I instructed her to get in the car and put it in neutral and I would push her out of the driveway. It was going fairly well until I realized she had not cranked the steering wheel and I was merely pushing her car into the middle of the street. I went to the window and told her I would push her back into the drive and we would start over.
Pushing the car back UP the drive was a bit more difficult. I managed to get her car almost up the approach before I could get it no further. I went to the window and told her to crank the steering wheel so I could push her right into the street parking when she informed me that she couldn't because she'd locked the steering wheel and it couldn't be unlocked without the key.
We could neither get her far enough out to get my car out of the garage or far enough in to get her car to not be blocking the sidewalk. I was more than a little angry. I made a few passing comments about why they should never ever ever park in MY driveway again. My lips locked in a tight angry line that all of the women in my family get when they are trying not to say the even bitchier things about to fly out of our mouths.
I thought that I might be able to back my car out into the yard and possibly just drive over the neighbors small stretch of yard and out their drive way. No one else is awake at that time of day. The ground is frozen enough that it won't leave marks. It could work. I stomped back to the house and grabbed the set of spare keys off the hook in the kitchen. Precious had my keys in her pocket now and I didn't feel much like approaching her at that moment.
"THAT'S my spare key?" she said, eyes wide.
"One of these things is not like the others." I replied (yeah I am sarcastically Sesame Street at times) while showing her the valet key and spare for my car and the key to her car, which is quite obviously different though quite obviously the same cut and shape of the key she carelessly left in her boyfriends jacket.
And this is why I am going to tie a snow shovel to the back of my car and drive until someone stops me and asks what the hell it is. This cold weather crap is annoying!
I hope that everyone had a wonderful Thanksgiving and/or is having a great weekend! I'll see you kids on Monday when Wag Vs. Angie returns with a hot new topic!