Neurotic Mama

Yesterday was Wyatt’s first day of preschool (again). All summer long he was asking when school would be open again. I got funny looks when I replied two months. Once we got down to weeks and days, he seemed to catch on a bit more. School’s open TOMORROW???? Needless to say he was pretty excited about going back to school, getting to ride on the bus, see his teacher and friends again…..one problem.  New school year = new teacher and new classmates.  When we walked past his old classroom, he started getting a little confused.  No mom, we go in there! When I directed him to his new room, he kind of took a step or two backwards, looked around, and then I felt him wrapping himself around my leg. Not exactly what he was expecting. Finally, his new teacher just picked him up and said Time to go! And that was that. This morning, he entered the room with no reservations what-so-ever.

Driving to school yesterday morning, I noticed my blinker was acting funny.  Yes, the blinker on my car.  You know normal blinkers? They go blink……blink……..blink……..blink.  When I try to make a left handed turn, mine goes blinkblinkblinkblinkblink.  I got out and looked to see what it was doing on the outside of the car.  Sure enough, looks like a blinker on acid.  So I called Chris and was like What should I do about my crazy blinker? He, of course, responds What are you going to do? Take it in and get it fixed? It still works doesn’t it? No one but you even notices these things. Maybe I’m a bit neurotic, but the blinker is driving me NUTS.  Why does it have to blink so fast? AND IT’S NOT THE SAME AS THE RIGHT HANDED BLINKER.  NON-SYMMETRY UPROOTS MY ENTIRE WORLD.  As I was pondering never making a left handed turn again, I remembered a day, oh, about 14 years ago….
Chris and I had just started dating (15 and 17 years old), and we pulled into the Minimart parking lot.  I was driving my red Grand Prix, and Chris was riding passenger.
CHRIS: Say, I noticed back there that your blinker fluid was low, you should just run in and grab some. I’ll fill it up for you.
LISA: (thinking, what a wonderful boy! He is looking out for my best interests! How could I let my blinker fluid run so low?) OK, but I don’t know what that is – where do I find it?
CHRIS: Oh, just ask the guy behind the counter. He’ll get it for you.
LISA: (hesitently) Um, OK.
I walk into the store, approach the guy behind the counter and say I think I’m out of blinker fliud, can you show me where it’s at? The guy behind the counter looks out the window at my car and says Did that guy send you in here? I shake my head, yes. He’s pulling your chain. There’s no such thing as blinker fluid. Oh the walk of shame I endured exiting that Minimart. Chris was laughing so hard the car was shaking when I returned.  Had I been dating Chris a while longer, I probably would NOT have fallen for this stupidity. But see, I did not have a complete grasp on his personality yet. Gone are the days I am a sucker for his silly pranks!! I swore I would get revenge. And I have. In more ways than one. For the last 14 years.  DON’T MESS WITH ME, MR. HUSTAD.

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