Balancing my karma
I went to see peregrinefalcon today and had a fantastic day playing with her and Ben at the park and going out to eat and just hanging out. It was all going perfectly until she and her husband returned from their errand of picking up a chicken coop (no, really!) and asked me to move my car. Which is really Joe's car. Which is REALLY my mom's car.
(Begin cringing here)
Yes, I backed into a parked car. It was very dark and the car was black and I was being so careful to watch for moving cars on a somewhat busy street that I just didn't see it. I was going very very slowly, but still set off the alarm on the other car. I parked and got out to look, just as the guy was coming out of his house. We looked very carefully and thankfully there was absolutely no damage to his car whatsoever. You know what that means, right?
Yuppers. I crunched it. Crippity crap. Have to take it in tomorrow to see how much $$$ it's going to be. Why do these things happen? Just as things are getting better, there's always a new thing. I think it's God's way of keeping my life interesting. Or something.
Anyway, we stayed for dinner and Ben and I didn't leave until 8:45 p.m. and it's an hour drive back. Yipes. The chances of him conking out in the car were pretty much 100 percent. Amazingly, he made it all the way to Seattle from Everett before he finally succumbed to the sleepies. When my mom called, I told her I was again going to attempt "the transfer." (Dun dun dun!)
For background, the only time Ben has successfully transferred (once he outgrew his infant bucket seat) was when he was about 11 months or so. That time, interestingly, also involved Jessi. We had gone out to play poker and I was going to lay him down at the host's house, but it didn't work. So we drove him to sleep and spent the night at Jessi's condo. It was about 11:30 p.m. and I got him all the way out of the car, up the elevator and into bed, all without waking him up.
And then it never happened again. Since that one miraculous time, his transfers have all failed miserably. There was the amount of time that he didn't sleep in the car at all. Then he slept, but woke up as soon as you got off the freeway. Then, you could get him home and get the car parked, but the moment you touched the seatbelt, he was up. Then came the day we came back late from the aquarium and I got him out of the carseat and into my arms and he stayed asleep all the way until the rain hit his bare feet.
Well, today, it wasn't raining. We prepped the situation. Mom put the kittens away, tied up the dog, and cleared a path. We turned out all the lights and I crossed my fingers and hoped for the best.
Was the transfer successful? You tell me.
Ben stirred as I got him out of the seat. Whined in the shop. Put his head back on my shoulder in the hall. Asked to nurse in the bedroom. Nursed. Asked for otherside. Nursed. Asked me to stay with him. Squirmed.
Went to sleep. In about 40 minutes, I was able to leave.
Was it technically a "transfer"? Not in the way most people think of. Not like carrying a sleeping child into the house, changing him into his pjs, tucking him into bed and kissing him goodnight.
But at the same time, he wasn't up until midnight or 2 a.m. hopped up on super-late nap energy.
I'm pretty proud. Except about the car. Otherwise, it was a good day.
(Begin cringing here)
Yes, I backed into a parked car. It was very dark and the car was black and I was being so careful to watch for moving cars on a somewhat busy street that I just didn't see it. I was going very very slowly, but still set off the alarm on the other car. I parked and got out to look, just as the guy was coming out of his house. We looked very carefully and thankfully there was absolutely no damage to his car whatsoever. You know what that means, right?
Yuppers. I crunched it. Crippity crap. Have to take it in tomorrow to see how much $$$ it's going to be. Why do these things happen? Just as things are getting better, there's always a new thing. I think it's God's way of keeping my life interesting. Or something.
Anyway, we stayed for dinner and Ben and I didn't leave until 8:45 p.m. and it's an hour drive back. Yipes. The chances of him conking out in the car were pretty much 100 percent. Amazingly, he made it all the way to Seattle from Everett before he finally succumbed to the sleepies. When my mom called, I told her I was again going to attempt "the transfer." (Dun dun dun!)
For background, the only time Ben has successfully transferred (once he outgrew his infant bucket seat) was when he was about 11 months or so. That time, interestingly, also involved Jessi. We had gone out to play poker and I was going to lay him down at the host's house, but it didn't work. So we drove him to sleep and spent the night at Jessi's condo. It was about 11:30 p.m. and I got him all the way out of the car, up the elevator and into bed, all without waking him up.
And then it never happened again. Since that one miraculous time, his transfers have all failed miserably. There was the amount of time that he didn't sleep in the car at all. Then he slept, but woke up as soon as you got off the freeway. Then, you could get him home and get the car parked, but the moment you touched the seatbelt, he was up. Then came the day we came back late from the aquarium and I got him out of the carseat and into my arms and he stayed asleep all the way until the rain hit his bare feet.
Well, today, it wasn't raining. We prepped the situation. Mom put the kittens away, tied up the dog, and cleared a path. We turned out all the lights and I crossed my fingers and hoped for the best.
Was the transfer successful? You tell me.
Ben stirred as I got him out of the seat. Whined in the shop. Put his head back on my shoulder in the hall. Asked to nurse in the bedroom. Nursed. Asked for otherside. Nursed. Asked me to stay with him. Squirmed.
Went to sleep. In about 40 minutes, I was able to leave.
Was it technically a "transfer"? Not in the way most people think of. Not like carrying a sleeping child into the house, changing him into his pjs, tucking him into bed and kissing him goodnight.
But at the same time, he wasn't up until midnight or 2 a.m. hopped up on super-late nap energy.
I'm pretty proud. Except about the car. Otherwise, it was a good day.