So due to the fact that A.J.'s mom is in the hospital and his schedule is pretty much wake up at some ungodly hour, head to work then to the hospital then back to work, sometimes back to the hospital and finally back home, I am on Josie dropoff duty. And being that Moxie has not completed her babysitting/first aid/ child CPR courses yet, the three amigos must join us. After the usual painful loading process we make the jaunt to Josie's school. In attempting to "put on my happy face" though I am so NOT a morning person, I do a lot of obnoxious car dancing/singing/arms flapping- like-a-crazy-woman to whatever semi-kidfriendly music I can find on the radio. This morning brought about the newest dance move in my cardancing repertoire- "the chicken wing". The judges gave it a firm thumbs down, but I do think Bart was enjoying it from the view of his baby mirror in the back.
Amazingly, we have been getting Josie to school on time which probably explains my need for a third mongo mug of coffee in the morning to fully function. The way that Josie's dropoff works is that the cars weave through the parking lot around the perimeter of the school in a single file line to the side where all the 6th grade patrols and a few teachers are standing. At this point you pull up along the sidewalk, a patrol or a teacher opens the car door and your kid must be standing ready to leap out of the car to keep things running smoothly. Kid out, patrol shuts door and you file out the other side of the parking lot. On more days than not, the patrols have some sort of funny notion that my dinged up Odyssey has power sliding doors. Again this morning the patrol barely touched the handle waiting for the door to open much to the kids and my amusement as I yell:"It's not automatic!!" Patrol laughs it off and opens the door, Josie springs out as we shout our "I love yous!". However, along with Josie, a pile of God knows what and a box of empty capri suns went flying out of the Goose. Patrol nicely threw said trash back into the car, I thanked him as he shut the door and I started to drive away only to hear a bad crunching noise. I put on the brakes as the little patrols are making faces that seem to say "OMG!" Rolled down the window and ask if everything is okay because by this point I have created a traffic jam. With an uncertain look, the patrol says "it's okay" and I drive away trying to figure out what I hit.
Then in order to cover my tracks I text my friend who just happens to be the teacher who is in charge of the patrols and witnessed the whole debacle. Here are our texts verbatim:
Me: Not sure WTH rolled out of my car & I ran over but little patrol said it was okay & I didn't want to hold up line- sorry for the litter(insert tight smiling emoticon here)
Friend: Ha ha ha oh my God that just made me crack up...it was a plate...emphasis on "was"! Ha ha ha
Me: (Insert winking emoticon)
Friend: I just swept up the pieces about 20 minutes ago!
Me: Sorry- was it plastic??
Friend: No I think it was ceramic...no worries its kind of funny now
Later I called A.J. to see how my mother-in-law is doing and to cheer things up a bit, I reiterated the story. His reply was "Why don't you clean that rats' nest up?!"