A Series of Unfortunate Events

It is unfortunate that my daughter has no patience for car rides. During even a quick drive to the grocery store, she routinely attempts Houdini-like moves to wiggle her way out of her car seat to freedom.

It is unfortunate that when my daughter cries in the car, my son frequently joins in, giving me a “surround sound” like experience while I am driving.

It is unfortunate that as we were pulling out of the parking lot at the grocery store, we happened upon one of Giancarlo’s pre-school teachers, who was driving home in the same direction as us.

It is unfortunate that in an effort to distract my son and silence the crying, I became overly excited and accelerated in order to catch Teacher Rachel’s attention at a point when I should have been yielding and allowing her to merge peacefully onto the freeway.

I should have been looking more closely at this sign.

Instead, I was thinking how fun it would be to pull alongside her car and wave. For a moment, I actually complimented myself on the brilliance of my plan.

It is unfortunate that I am not a better judge of distance. If this were the case, I probably could have avoided cutting off Teacher Rachel at the on-ramp to the freeway.

I think Giancarlo may be too “sick” to make it to pre-school this week.

-Francesca