Tuesday, August 30, 2011

The Worst Day Ever

So I find myself sitting in the car with a screaming baby totally stuck between a van across the street and the pole to our carport with non-English speaking guys trying to help.  Just when I thought my day couldn't get any worse.

 We found out on Friday that Luke was going to be deployed at the end of the next week.  That was kind of a shock.  We thought we had a few more weeks.  But it was definitely doable.  We had a great weekend spent together.  Then on Monday Luke found out at the end of the workday that he would be leaving the next day (Tuesday).  He had to stay at work until around 8:00 scrambling around to get everything done before the next day.  Tuesday rolls around, and to make a long story short, it was a long drawn out process of saying goodbye.  I'm finding out that the Navy constantly changes their plans, and you can't really count on any one thing that is said until all is said and done.

So now I get to the part where I'm stuck.  I had just dropped off Luke, and we said our goodbyes.  I'm a complete mess trying to drive home.  I get to our house, and there is a service van parked on the street in my way.  The worker kindly moved his van so that I could back into our drive (Side note:  The Japanese back into parking spaces because the spaces are so tight that you can't back out of them.  Our driveway is VERY narrow and we have to back into it in order to be able to pull out.  Also, our street is very narrow with a light pole right across from our driveway.  I'm still mastering this skill.)  Well,
this time there is a van parked in a parking space across from our driveway, and it is sticking out into the road.  I begin to back up into the drive when I find that I have completely wedged myself between this van and our carport while these two worker guys are watching.  One starts to help me, but cannot speak English so there is not much he can do.  They talk among themselves because they of course cannot communicate with me, and they decide to knock on doors to find out who owns the van.  They find a girl who comes out, and it feels like it took forever for her to finally figure out how to back up her van out of my way.  Meanwhile, Bronson is screaming in the backseat and the entire neighborhood is watching the fiasco.  I almost laughed at how ridiculous this all was.

Well, I made it into the driveway and successfully consoled the baby, but I don't think I'm going to leave the house again....:)

1 comment:

  1. awwwww sweetie, sounds just like my first few days after Josh left. Everything went wrong that could- but it all gets better from here out. I am going to be praying for you both. These are tough times but also sweet times. Josh has been gone 3 months now and we have really learned to cherish our moments together and the times we get to communicate even now. How long will Luke be gone? Take care of yourself and keep laughing- it hasn't stopped working for me yet (not to say a good cry isn't in order every once in awhile ;)). You are SO strong in the Lord!