Today was pretty nice… after breakfast we headed up to New Smyrna, where Todd’s parents were staying in a condo, right on the beach- it was BEAUTIFUL. Usually I much prefer the west coast beaches, but New Smyrna is very clean and relaxed compared to a lot of the beaches on the Atlantic side. We hung out for a bit in the condo, then headed down to the beach for a while and let the kids loose on the beach.. different than last week, when they were mostly confined to the playyard or wagon. Lily explored a little, visited with the next family over at their little “site” quite a bit, and dug some holes with her shovel. Ben just wanted to walk, walk, walk, as far as he could go… but he didn’t love the feeling of the water rushing over his feet. And Cameron was happy to sit in the sand and squish it in his fingers, and taste it every few minutes. Afterwards we cleaned up a bit, and went out to dinner with the family. As always, the kids were awesome at dinner. I am so lucky that they behave so well (usually) in public. (Please, please let it stay this way.)
The way home from the beach, was a little unpleasant for me, I have to say. Todd and I decided to stop and get something to drink about halfway home, so we stopped at 7-11, and I ran in to get us drinks since he was driving. When I came out.. no van. I look all around the building.. nothing. I think, he probably just wanted to keep the van moving, maybe the babies started crying and he just wanted to keep moving to calm them down. Maybe he took a turn somewhere, got stuck at a light, had to make a u-turn, no big deal. A couple more minutes, and no van. I’m standing in front of 7-11 like a ditched date with two drinks in my hand, looking frantically for my family.
I call Todd’s cell, and get no answer. I walk around the back of the building, where there was a car wash. I do not see our van. I walk back to the front. I call again, still no answer. At this point, the bad thoughts are creeping in and I’m thinking maybe he got car-jacked and a crazy person has my family, they are getting further away as I am standing there, and I need to call the police. It’s been at least 10 minutes, I decide I am going to check the carwash again, and that’s it, I’m calling the police, because something is not right. I was trying hard not to start crying right there. The thought that this might just be my husband’s way of telling me it’s not working out did cross my mind, but was ruled out because well, I just know he wouldn’t do that. I get to the side of the 7-11.. and I see a shiny, clean Sienna drive up from the car wash. I suppress the urge to chuck the French Vanilla Cappuccino in my hand at the nice clean Sienna. The driver realizes he’s in big, big trouble by the look on my face.
He had thought he could just drive through “really quick” while I was getting drinks. Once he was in the car wash he couldn’t get out to get to his phone, which was in the back of the van. He didn’t think it would take that long. I’m not going to elaborate on everything that went through my head, because I knew he felt very, very badly.
But so did I. For those few minutes, I almost went crazy with worry. I don’t ever want to feel that way again. If I ever did anything to make my parents worry like that about me, I am so, so sorry, mom and dad. I am pretty sure those were some of the most unpleasant moments of my entire life. We had a conversation about the poor quality decision-making that took place this evening, and I have no doubt that if I do ever feel that way again, it will not have anything to do with a last minute carwash.
I am pretty tired after this day.. and I think I need a vacation:)