I wake up in a good mood, happy to be surrounded by family and feeling the love.
My mother is visiting and Unknown Papi is around, which is rare.
Our plan was to go to the library to see a puppet show. Since Unknown Papi didn’t have to be to work until later, I asked if he would ride to the puppet show with us and take the train from there.
I packed the whole crew into the car and got behind the wheel on what was promising to be a beautiful sunny day. I turned on the car and prepared to reverse out of the spot I had parallel parked into the day before, and I hit the gas, but instead of going backwards the car went forward!
Son of a b$tch!
That’s what happens when you have car in “drive” instead of reverse; it goes forward even though you thought it would go backwards.
Now Unknown Papi is upset, I’m frazzled, and the car in front of me has a big dent.
I hear the irritation in Unknown Papi’s voice, which I can’t make go away because I don’t have a time machine and just like the car wouldn’t reverse while in “drive”, life won’t reverse just because I made a mistake.
I get out of the car, survey the damage, and leave a note. Part of me just wants to go back home and be miserable for the rest of the day, but there is no point in punishing myself or the kids. I messed up, I’ll deal with it.
Unknown Papi gets out of the car and no longer wants to join us for the ride. Gee, I wonder why?
We go to the library, see an awesome puppet show, and realize it is still a beautiful sunny day just like it had promised to be.