We spent all day at the lake with my family, celebrating my brother's 24th birthday. It was Charlotte's first time on the boat, and I was actually pretty surprised that she slept most of the time. I guess the sound of the boat motor and the waves (plus the built-in pillow/lifejacket) lulled her right to sleep. It was a fantastic day, with little to no familial conflict (go us!), but of course everyone was exhausted afterward.
|Charlotte is actually sleeping in the bottom two photos...*|
When we got home, I showered, bathed Charlotte, ate a quick salad for dinner, and got the house picked up. The baby went to sleep around 7:30pm, so I decided to run to the liquor store to buy a glass of wine (I mean, come on, it's 7:30pm on a Saturday night? Whaddya gonna do?). The liquor store is two blocks away from my house, and is adjacent to a gas station. After buying a bottle of wine, I decided to fill up my car with gas.
My two errands completed, I pulled out of the gas station parking lot to head home. It was a cool evening, my windows were down, and I noticed a police car located directly across the street. I thought to myself: "Damn, I forgot to put on my seat belt. Well, he won't pull me over just for that." After all, I'd just clearly demonstrated my ability to NOT run over a rather suspicious-looking pedestrian... surely the cop would be keeping an eye on that guy and not me, right?
As soon as I turned onto the main road, the cop flipped on his lights and pulled me over. "Do you know why I pulled you over?**" he asked, peering into my backseat (ostensibly checking for giant bags of cocaine and/or dead bodies).
"Uh, no?"(see footnote**)
"You don't have your seat belt on."
I feign surprise. "Oh, I'm sorry, I swear I always wear it, I just live two blocks that way - I mean, I know that's no excuse, accidents can happen anywhere, the law is the law, but..."
"Are you feeling frazzled tonight? Stressed out?" The cop cocked his head at me quizzically.
Now I felt really confused. And more than a little frumpy... apparently I looked a mess. Awesome. I'd managed to shower earlier, which felt like a big triumph to me at the time (since having a baby, finding time to shower is half the battle!), so I'd actually felt moderately "put together" when I'd left the house, but...
I managed a tired chuckle. "Well, I have a seven month old baby at home, but... no, not really." Shrug.
"Did you just get gas?"
Now I felt even more confused. He'd seen me coming out of a gas station parking lot, so why the twenty questions? "Um, yeah?"
He gestured toward the back of my car. "You left your gas cap dangling and the door open."
Finally I understood what the cop saw in me: a middle-aged woman with crack sacks under her eyes, leaving a gas station/liquor store parking lot on a Saturday evening with her gas can dangling down the side of her vehicle, with a bottle of wine in the passenger seat and no seat belt on.
He probably pulled me over to make sure I wasn't all hopped up on meth, too.***
I got a $10 ticket, which I guess I deserved, for no seat belt, and went straight home to whine/ask my poor husband:
"Do I look like a total train wreck to you?"
He said: "No, honey, of course not, you look fine!"
My husband's a smart man. If he was a cop, he'd never ask a woman if she was frazzled/stressed out. I have trained him well!
*Try not to let the picture of my husband wearing tiny baby sunglasses give you nightmares. So creepy!
**Why do they always ask you that? Do you really expect us to answer that question honestly?
***Although I'm hardly skinny enough to be mistaken for a methhead. Sigh.