Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep!

7:58 am this morning.

The loud, obnoxious beep buzzing began.

Let me back up and begin from the beginning….

My husband, Justin, who is a pastor, took the morning off to go scout turkeys with a friend of his.  After some busy weeks he needed to get out into God’s creation and I didn’t mind that a morning without him means a complete throw out of our normal routine.

I woke early, had my devotions, pulled on some clothes, fixed scrambled eggs, got all 3 kids dressed, and rounded everyone one up to go out the door not only on time…but early.  Like 7:56 early.

As soon as our feet hit the front porch I realized the light snow outside wasn’t snow.  It was rain turned to snow which really is white ice.  Hmmm…too bad it wasn’t white chocolate….!

*blink*

Snap out of it, Mandy!

Oh! 

Yes, back to my story…so the whole reason we were leaving early was because I told the kids we would do something special.  Since I was taking the kids to school it meant that all 3 of them were with me.  You know, ‘cause if Justin takes the kids to school Micah is home with me.  Obviously. 

Anyway, we got to the van and found that despite several many tries, the automatic sliding doors would not open.  WOULD NOT BUDGE!

Okay, well…not so bad.  These handy-dandy vehicles are designed with many cool features, one of which is the collapsible console so that a mother can move from the front of the van to the back to deal with her unruly children to pick up a dropped sippy cup or something.  In this case it became the walk way so that the kids could climb in the front door and get to the back seats.

We loaded up, buckled up, and backed up…only to find that one of the side doors would not close again after trying to open it. 

How do I know this?

Well, this is where the beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep comes in.

You see, in our van, if the door is not closed at all, or just simply closed but not latched - as was in this case, and you put the van in gear, it will still drive, but it does so all the while with a loud, obnoxious beep-like buzzing sound.  I was so distracted by this that I never even for a moment thought about what else on the car might be frozen up.

 

 

 

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Fast forward a few miles.  I pull into Dunkin Donuts – the special surprise - and get in line for the drive-thru.  I figured this would be a little easier and better looking than pulling out 3 kids from the front doors just to run in and grab 4 glazed donuts.  I do tend to be a little redneck, but not enough to embarrass myself that badly!

(Small hint, enter the word “Redneck” into my search box at the top of my blog and you’ll find several post that will make you laugh.)

Because of the buzzing, I had already made my action plan for getting through the drive-thru.  Pull up when it was my turn, put the car in park, roll down window, and then order.  I would then repeat the process at the pick-up window.  So the car ahead of me moved and I put my plan into action.  All went well…until I got to the part where I was supposed to roll down the window.

It. would. not. budge.

Within a split second I thought through my options and then to great cries from the people in the seats behind me (a.k.a. my children) I pulled away without ordering.

No beautiful, golden, frosted donuts to be had.

I quickly explained that we would have to save the treat for this afternoon.  Other than a few tears, they quickly accepted and were okay with the whole turn of events.  We drove to school – still not enjoying the loud buzzing beep thing – and I dropped the kids off, via the van’s front door to my utter chagrin.  Micah and I drove home and I promptly parked the van so all the wonderful morning sunlight would hit that vexing door so that when I get in that van the next time, it will be in silence.

Hmmm…now after all that I could really go for a bowl of chocolate marshmallow ice cream…before my brother comes and eat is all tonight.

JUST KIDDING!

Nope, it’s time to do some reading.  I have several things I have to study for.  So it’s off to hit the books…

Oh, and for the record.  I was back home by 8:14 am.  Those were 16 very long minutes!

* * * * * Post Update (9:47am)

My husband just walked through the door with a half-dozen sized box from Dunkin Donuts!  No joke!  There were only 2 left…so we still have to make a stop for the girls on the way home.  But I had to laugh when I saw him in the door with the “loot” we tried so hard to get this morning!