Who you gonna call?

We decided to drive to Wimbledon yesterday for Theo's appointment. We usually take the underground, but yesterday I thought it might be fun to drive and stop at the mall on the way back for lunch. In my mind this was a great idea.

At 9:40, Charles helped me load both boys into the car and all our stuff, and we were off. There are glitches to all good ideas, and this was no exception. On a good day the drive will take 1 hour to go 16 miles. However, in preparation for the G20 conference in London many roads were closed and traffic was pretty bad. We were told to arrive at 10:45. At 10:45, we still had 4 miles to go - 4 miles of stop and go traffic.

We finally arrived at the clinic to see a hearse pulling into the spot I was going to park in. No problem I will just find another spot. Well, it looks like everyone at the funeral had already found all of MY 'other spots'. Every spot I found was then marked with a sign that said restricted parking from 11 AM to 3 PM. It was now 11:15 so those spots were no good. Jack was in the back trying to help me find spots. He just couldn't understand why I wasn't parking in all the spots he found. Mind you, most of his spots were people's drive-ways! After circling the neighborhood for 15 minutes, I thought I had found the perfect spot only to see a hidden sign that said restricted 11 AM to 3 PM. I was so frustrated that I went to pull right out, although I had missed a delivery van who was flying down the road. I slammed on the brakes. I am not sure how close I was to pulling out in front of the van, but emotionally it felt close, largely because I was so emotionally exhausted. I put my hands on the steering wheel and buried my head in my hands. I thought I just needed to take a deep breath, pray, and recollect myself before pulling out and continuing our search for a parking spot. Jack was so worried when I put my head in my hands. I heard this very serious voice from the backseat, say 'Mommy are you okay? I think we need to call Charles.'

I turned around and told him that we did not need to call Daddy. That Daddy would not be any help right now. At first, I was a bit cross that he thought somehow Daddy would be able to solve this problem. However, upon reflection, there was a larger part of me that was happy that he thinks so highly of his Daddy - that he can solve everything. Maybe the best solution is that Daddy can take them both to the next appointment!