Just Another Manic Monday

It was a great Monday morning. . . We both ignored our alarms that would typically wake us up for the gym. Rather, we slept in. It’s good for us, right? We’ll go to the gym tonight. . . So, we got ready for work. It was a typical morning around the Slocum house ~ making coffee, folding laundry, letting the dogs out. . . just the basic things we do before leaving for the day. As I was getting the dogs inside, Tim was leaving. No worries! I can handle this! But, as I hear Eddie (the Explorer) drive away, I realize I only have my keys and my sunglasses! No purse! No phone! Oh My Gosh!!!!!!!!!

I drop everything and run – literally run – out the door, down the driveway, into the street, all while screaming, “TIM! TIM!” I watch as he pulls away, oblivious to my panic. Okay, I think, this is fine. I have keys; I can get to work. Aha! Maybe if I hurry, I can catch up with him on Vineville Avenue.

Off I go! I drive Patti (the Pathfinder) up Overlook Avenue, race down Belvedere to Ridge. On Ridge, I’ll admit I was likely going too fast, but not terribly fast because I know I’m driving without a license. Still, too fast. . . I hit a cat. I saw it coming, I hit it, and I watch it dart off. . . on any normal day, I’d stop immediately and search high and low for the poor little cat to see if I can save him, call his owner, do something. But today is no normal day. . . So I keep zooming down the road.

At last, I hit Vineville, and I’m still praying Tim’s getting all the red lights while I catch green ones so maybe, just maybe, I can catch him. At last I do! As I pass him, I’m honking the horn, waving like a mad man who’s gone completely off his rocker. Sweet Tim sees me, waves, and continues his conversation on his cell phone, completely oblivious to the fact that I’m freaking out!

So, I pull into a gas station, jump out of my car, and promptly begin waving him down. He drives by, and I watch as the look on his face goes from “Hey!” to “What in the world is my wife doing?” He hangs up his phone, wheels into the parking lot, rolls down the window and says, “What is wrong?” I see panic in his eyes now!

“My purse! My purse is in your car!” As I’m running to get my purse, I can see him shake his head. . . I know what he’s thinking. Only my wife. . . only Bethany.

As I give him the run down of how I chased him up Brooks Street, flew down the road in an attempt to catch him, he just watches me in pure amazement. So this is the life of Bethany. . . yes, dear, it is.

“You hit a cat?”

“Yes, I did!”

“Is it okay?”

“I don’t know, Tim! Remember, I was racing down the street trying to catch up with you!”

We wished each other a great day – again – and left for our respective offices. What a start to a Manic Monday! Hope you all have great Monday, too!