Ship Log: T Minus 2

Two days before Jason leaves.

6:30 am: slept through DMV Drive Test alarm due to unexpected migraine and had to rush morning routine. Attempted to let my hair “air dry” while doing Driver’s License makeup. Really bad idea.

Arrived at DMV 45 minutes before official opening and received Standby number 7. Stood in the hot sun until 8:00 waiting for the doors to open.  Cursed hair.

Once inside I ate a pop tart to calm my stomach so I could take some ibuprofen for my headache. It tasted mostly disgusting but also a little bit yummy and sinful in a Car Trip Food kind of way.

Waited. Five. Hours.

By 10:30 they had called standby’s 1-5 so I was hopeful. Then two of the examiner’s got snack poisoning and went home with tummy aches. Then I waited. And waited and waited. By one o’clock it was clear: The standby line was officially going to standby and watch everyone else take drive tests for the rest of the day.

I stopped at Fill’s and purchased a 44 oz Diet Coke for lunch then sent Jason back to work for the last half of the day. 44 ounces later I was infused with a desire to mop my house. Card tables and chairs were stacked and the kids were relegated to the pool.

When all was shiny and clean I leaned back against the stove and heaved a sigh of relief.

Then the backdoor opened and all four kids pounded through my kitchen dripping water and Las Vegas dust clear up to the Bonus room.

And right when I didn’t think my day could get any worse, I sneezed and peed my pants.

Some days are just like that.