This morning passed pleasantly. Connor spent three hours at our church’s Vacation Bible School, and after a week away at Cub Scout Camp, I was looking forward to spending one-on-one time with Ryan. I’ve been anxious to finish painting our kitchen and Ryan was eager to try out painting with a roller, since apparently I wouldn’t let him use it when he was helping paint his room, and so that is how we spent our morning. I painted the edges of the wall with a brush and Ryan rolled the paint onto the middle of the wall.
We managed to get the first coat on all but the top of one wall in the kitchen before we had to head out to pick up Connor, even with a bit of interference from an unexpected helper:
After collecting Connor from VBS, I thought I’d take advantage of the fact that I was already out and about to check a couple more things off of my “Still Need To Be Done” List. You know, that list of things that you’ve been putting off for a day or two, or even a week; things that don’t take long, but just aren’t convenient, especially when they involve driving in Northern Virginia.
One of the things on my list involved a return to The Container Store, which is closer to the church than it is to my home, and so the boys and I headed there. We made our return and then set out to start home. The problem is, there is so much construction in that area of town that I couldn’t figure out how to get turned around to head back the way we came. The GPS was telling me to turn on streets that didn’t exist and sending me further and further in the wrong direction, and so… I turned down a little street, one that looked more like a big driveway because it dead-ends into a warehouse looking building, and made a U-Turn.
It turns out it was an illegal U-Turn, according to the police officer who pulled me over, the sarcastic, self-professed ticket-happy officer.
And so, I have officially been awarded my very first traffic ticket… in almost twenty-two years of driving. Ironically, my return to The Container Store refunded right about the same amount as the ticket, the ticket for which the fees are almost twice as much as the fine. Sigh. What a way to ruin a perfectly pleasant morning.
And so, now I have a “My First Ticket” Story, a story I am sure to hear repeated again and again by the boys (given that they are still talking about “Daddy’s speeding ticket,” his one and only speeding ticket, over a year after the fact). Perhaps, they’ll repeat it long enough so that when they start to drive they will remember to only make U-turns at intersections, no matter if the small side street is a safer alternative. Humor me here, I have to try to put some sort of pleasant spin on this memory or I just might cry!
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