Yesterday morning, I had to get the kids ready & out the door by 8:30 so we could go to church for my “Mom to Mom” meeting. I succeeded in getting everyone ready about 5 minutes early and was pretty proud of myself for that. However, it always takes longer than I think to get everyone in the car by the time I make sure everyone has their mittens, puppies, dollies, diaper bags, sippy cups, my wallet/cellphone. And “don’t step in the muddy snow” either!
It had snowed the day before and apparently we had a little dusting over night because there was some snow/ice on my windshield. I get in the car and realize that my husband had taken the scraper. The ice/snow wasn’t bad, but I am one who likes a perfectly clean windshield so I was rather annoyed. But oh well, I didn’t have the time to wait 10 minutes for the car to warm up and defrost, so we had to leave.
We set out and about 500 yard from our house, the sun angled down right into my eyes at a very dangerous point. It gleamed off the frost/snow on my windshield so much so that I literally could not see anything. It made me very nervous and I had to drive very slowly. In the meantime, I start mumbling under my breath “Oh I can’t believe your father didn’t leave me the scraper! Why doesn’t he just buy another one?!” and then when a car passed by a little too close for my comfort – because I couldn’t see! – I mumbled “I’m going to kill your father!”
I don’t normally say things like that, but I was a little stressed out and majorly irritated so I said it. Don’t ask me why I said “your father” versus “Nate” but I did. Probably something from my childhood when my own mother used to refer to Dad as “your father!” I didn’t think the kids had heard me because I was really mumbling under my breath.
A couple miles later – once I could see again (thankfully that only lasted briefly) and the windshield was starting to clear – Nathan says to me very quietly and equally seriously “Mom, please don’t kill my father! I love him!”
I burst into laughter and reassured him that I was not going to actually kill Daddy, I was just frustrated with him, and that was all. But I should not have said that.
Nathan was visibly relieved. Poor kid.