Ugh. Ugh.
The thing with driving carpool and being stuck in horrible traffic for over an hour when it’s over 90 degrees outside and you’re pregnant and spitting and you use up all the tissues and can’t reach the other box, is that if you had just listened to the traffic report instead of texting with your friends while waiting 20 minutes in the carpool line, then you would have known to take the Tappan Zee instead of the GW, and you would not, at this very moment, be sitting in your bed groaning and trying not to hurl.
Ugggghhhhh….
The good news, however — no, make that the OH MY GOD THANK YOU THANK YOU news — is that the car air conditioner worked beautifully the whole time, AND we did not run out of gas, though the light did go on. What would I have done? Seriously, what would I have done? Without the AC I probably would have fainted. For real. No iMiriam hyperbole. I suspect I would have fainted. So — thank God.
Anyway, according to the traffic report, which I did turn on once we were stuck and there was no way out, there was a 12-vehicle accident on the inbound upper deck of the GW. And of course, there’s no option to take the lower level when on the Palisades Parkway, which is where we were. When we heard that report at 4:21, they said only one lane was getting by. When we actually arrived on the bridge at 5:08, all the lanes were open and we saw no accident. So I’m assuming either the radio station LIED, or that the accident was cleared while we were crawling along. I asked the toll booth dude if anyone was hurt, and he didn’t know. I do hope not. And I have to say, the girls acted like champs the whole time. No whining, nothing. They played games and sang songs and made up their usual hypothetical situations and asked me about them, and marveled with me at the idea of a 12-vehicle (7 cars, 5 trucks, per 1010 WINS) accident. Mind you, RS and carpool girl #1 weren’t with us, since tonight is their overnight at camp. RS won’t be sleeping over, however. She doesn’t do that. So G will be going to pick her up tonight at 9:00. Fun. She will have participated in extra swim, a cookout, and… a hike in the woods. She was freaking out about this hike for about two hours last night, when she was supposed to be sleeping. 8:30-10:30. I kid you not. I encouraged her to go because “hiking can be fun”, but I have a strong feeling she isn’t going to love it. She’s more of what we might call an indoor girl. Heh. 
Here is a list of things that are too upsetting to think about, so I try not to think about them, but that approach isn’t working.
Dept of Ed maniacs. I am going to kill them all. There are no words. Frustration does not begin to describe it. And apparently the only way to get anything out of them is to be a bulldog, which I am not. I can sometimes morph into one, but I haven’t yet, at least not for this, and time is ticking. The new school year will be underway in like five minutes. Know what? I hate everything.
My grandmother. Major end of an era, we think. Going to assisted living after rehab. We call what I’m feeling “denial.” I can’t accept it, so I pretend it doesn’t exist. Healthy, no?
My sister is leaving. Next week, like. Taking my non-baby brother and my niece and nephew and moving to Cleveland. Talk about denial. I suspect bad, bad things will happen once we’re back from our road trip and it actually hits me that she’s gone.
My dear friend Single Dad (aka “Some Guy”) has been through seven levels of hell with the supposed people supposedly in charge of the supposed care of his severely disabled daughter — and, it keeps getting worse. I didn’t think anything could make me as physically ill as the welts the maniacs gave her by accidentally putting her elbow braces on backwards (oops! so sorry! won’t happen again! bah-bye now!), but some of what’s taken place since she started her summer program has actually been just as bad, or perhaps worse. I’d list some of it but I’ll throw up. I will say this though — everyone should have a father like him. The world would be a much (MUCH) better place.
Very bad car accident with very bad consequences for the friend of a friend in Israel. It’s one of those things you just don’t think about because it’s just that horrible, and you know it could just as easily happen to you or someone you’re close to, and you don’t know what to think or feel, so you don’t think or feel anything, because since it didn’t happen to you or someone you’re close to (yet), you have that choice.
Right.
I take my MA exam next week. Heheheh. Maybe, maybe I should study, once the heartburn subsides, I mean (HAHAHA). What do you think?
Let’s think positively for a moment. Hmmm. Oh wait, I can’t, the Boy is yelping for me. I’ll get back to you with some positive thinking next time.
Tags: Dept of Ed, Friends, Kids
