Not so Gassy

Guess who is the dummy responsible for me writing this blog on the side of the hilly road, in fog, in the dark at 6 AM in the morning instead of catching the hourly ferry to our swim meet? Yep. That’s me.

I forgot to fill up on gas after the 2+ hours dreaded commute on Monday, then went errand shopping and to swim practice yesterday, which left us out of gas about exactly in the middle between our house and the gas station. If it weren’t for the fact that this is the third time I have done this in the 15 months we lived here, I might laugh. This never happened in the Bay area. There were gas stations everywhere. Where we live now, we are on the plateau, and there’s only one gas station within 5-6 miles. AAH!

So CG is trudging back. He was chosen not because he’s the man, but because I am wearing swim meet apparel (inside pools here are kept amazingly hot) while he had the forethought to wear closed toed shoes and bringing a warm coat. My hoodie, above the knee skirt, and flip flops, in 28 degree weather with slick sidewalks were just not going to cut it!

So while he trudges, I sit here with three kids and an extremely irritating emergency light noise…tic/clack…tic/clack…tic/clack. Ideas come to me with every click: We are going to miss the ferry….We are going to miss warm ups…We are going to miss the meet…To get up three kids at 5 AM and then miss this meet sucks sweaty goat balls.

Stupid SUV! Stupid swim meet! Stupid flip flops! Stupid me!

Update: We opted to drive around the sound and take the Tacoma Narrows Bridge rather than wait for the ferry. We made it with 30 minutes to spare. The meet, however, turned into one CG Replicant’s worst meets ever. He DQ-ed twice, added 2 seconds on another event and his goggles came off during the first 10 feet of a 100 yard freestyle. He won the race, but still added time. Just an unlucky day all around!

'lisciously scribed by Scout's Honor @ 2:58 PM