Belly down in a parking lot - half under a stranger's car- trying to retrieve a run away "very special quarter" for my child....
Yeah- just a tiny snippet from this past weeks' adventures. Do you ever do things that seem normal and absolutely necessary in the moment but find yourself reflecting and thinking quite the opposite?
"Oh no, no, I'm sorry. Thank you though. It's not that we need the 25 cents right now. It's just that quarter was a special one."
I sweatingly reply to the owner of the vehicle I'm underneath. She kindly just offered us a quarter from her own purse💆♀️🙃after walking out of the store to find the hurri-Kane children and their mother all around (and under) her car…a very patient and understanding human.
We got that special quarter back. It was somehow lodged under her tire just enough to appear hidden for so long.
He then lost it in between the seats in our own stinkin car on the way home and… I about lost my mind…over the damn special quarter…again. Because we all know that there are no survivors from "in between the seats". Essentially that placement means 💯 lost FOREVER.
These are the moments in life right now that make me want to bang my head against the steering wheel because they occur after toddler tantrums and so many moments that require too many deep breaths. ...they're the straw that broke the camel's back. They're the moment that allows you to capitalize on the very real fact that you have not accomplished ANYTHING that day.
However ... after they are in the past by only a few hours, you can laugh about them.
It's weird what we deem as normal at this stage. I think back and I kind of looked at the woman like *she* was the crazy one when she offered us a different quarter.
'Like lady- seriously? Do you get it? This is a s-p-e-c-i-a-l quarter…not just any quarter'...
as I'm under her car with two kids flailing around in a parking lot😳
I'm certainly the crazy one, not her.
I know their stresses and worries will grow to be much more than a special quarter one day so for now I'm trying to avoid getting to the level of steering wheel head banging and instead breathe in their ridiculousness. Live on their level.
This life is short.
The stage you're in is even shorter (even though I feel I've been here for a century) so...for that reason...
I'll catch ya in the parking lot, hanging with my people, just a 1/4 (quarter) crazy 😜
Have a wonderful week!
Xohboys,
Mom
Adorable! What parents do for their children!