<p>I will post here even though I TRY not to be a sinner and right now I’m not full of much “happy”…</p>
<p>Today we moved both our sons into college (now we’re “empty nesters” hahahaha).</p>
<p>I, of course, ended up yelling at my dear little boys in the middle of the whole extravaganza… :(</p>
<p>We had THREE vehicles- a UHaul truck driven by H (to move younger son into a dorm, older son into a house, including furniture and what not), the family car driven by YOURS TRULY (moi), and oldest son driving his car (younger son riding shotgun). </p>
<p>We got younger moved into his dorm and the plan was moving ahead satisfactorily…until…
Older son gave all of us directions to his house as we leave the dorm. I am the only one of three cars without a cell phone (as mine was ripped off in the famous driveway-stupid loser thieves- ripoff fiasco a couple nights ago…see the “get it off your chest” thread…)</p>
<p>Anyway, the agreement was that we would know the house because of the car (son’s white Honda). Otherwise I have no FREAKING idea which house is which, nor does H. I get to the neighborhood and think I know “sort of” where the house is…but no car. I drive around and around and around for about 15 minutes like an idiot- up one street and down the next. People are looking at me like I’m some kind of stalker/pervert/weirdo. Up and down. Up and down. No sign of white Honda or UHaul truck. I feel like I’m in some kind of Stephen King out of body experience. My blood begins to boil. It’s about 100 degrees. Up and down each street again and again. Still no sign of white Honda or UHaul. </p>
<p>Finally about 20 minutes later I go down the same street for the nth time and my older and younger son are smiling like banshees outside of the UHaul truck. Apparently H got lost and called them, told them to come “find” him in Gainesville (this is H’s alma mater…hmmmm). So they leave…leave me driving around a neighborhood with no phone…And now H is driving around in the white Honda looking for ME. :eek:</p>
<p>Wouldn’t anyone think to at least stand outside the house and flag me down? Or think…hmmmm…mom is coming…she doesn’t have a cell phone and we just directed her down a street but didn’t give her the house number…hmmm…should we just leave and go looking for dad? Now we have THREE PEOPLE DRIVING AROUND GAINESVILLE LOOOOSSSSTTTT!!!</p>
<p>AAAAAAHHHHHHH!!</p>
<p>Thank you to all the good people who read this.
Thanks for letting me get this off my chest.</p>
<p>Get on over here have a seat, and let us get you a nice cold tall one. Driving around in 100 degree heat, hey you deserve 2!!.</p>
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<p>I refuse to answer what we think are simple logic questions, when life shows us time and time again that some of our nearest and dearest are not logical people. And why is it that people say common sense when life shows us over and over again that for some people it is not all that common? See what happens when I get my buzz on? I want to get all philosophical and things seem so much clearer though our cyber drunken haze. So on that note, bar keep, give doubleplay a double.</p>
<p>doubleplay, if one of your S’s or your H had been a girl, this NEVER WOULD HAVE HAPPENED to you! (There, I said it.) sheesh… Here’s another cold one for you; you totally deserve it, and I think whatever yelling you did, was completely deserved and appropriate and I hope it made you feel momentarily better.</p>
<p>Yes, doubleplay if you had had a daughter sitting next to your H she would have started shrieking the moment H and S drove off - AAAAAAAAH! Mom Doesn’t Have A Cellphone and Therefore Cannot Talk To Us!!! Because in the world of girls that is true calamity.</p>
<p>You can even put your feet up on the bar. And if you need an IV, it’s out back…</p>
<p>Do not… under any circumstances… allow people of the male persuasion to have control of logistical arrangements. Did I say never? As in not UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES?</p>
<p>Good. Because that is what I meant. When a male says that you will know the house because he will park his familiar white car in front of it. Well, he might park behind it; he might make a 45-minute stop at In N Out Burger; he might swap the white car with his friend’s black van; he might… </p>
<p>Been there. Done that. As I do believe all of us SA moms have. The miracle is that doubleplay got this far… all the way to impending empty nest-hood… before finding this out.</p>
<p>Makes no never mind. She is still the Innocent Victim. After her Postino, we will give her a mani-pedi combo out back in our SA BarcaLounger. She can have her second Postino through a straw.</p>
<p>I <em>almost</em> blew it as navigator and organizer on this last trip. DH does the driving (rental car) and with the cool GPS unit I really have no work to do. I just need to answer accurately the question “What time is our return flight?”</p>
<p>You’d THINK I could read the piece of paper…which is in English… but no, I got confused and read the time of the connecting flight. And 2:36 is a WHOLE lot later than 1:00, which was the time of the Bos to LaGuardia shuttle we were scheduled to catch.</p>
<p>Fortunately, a little later my DH was playing around with his Treo & read the actual time. We instantly switched from “hanging around drinking coffee with the inlaws before heading to the airport” to “SHOOT! Everybody INTO the CAR!”</p>
<p>Made the airport in record time (no traffic on Saturday) and actually had time to sit around in the holding area. I felt dumb but all was well. I may lose my navigator’s license, however…</p>
<p>What is a zipperhead? I love the term and want to use it but I have no idea what it means? Here in the Alley I can say whatever I want but in the real world of teenage boys and girls I will get the Look of Death if I am too dorky…</p>