No, this isn’t a post about Lindsanity’s woes in the courtroom this week. It is about a weird turn of events that I aptly named “Freaky Friday” after driving in the car with my oldest son. I am usually the calm one in the car, reminding him to chill out and “we will get there when we get there”. This usually just agitates him and he grumbles under his breath and turns up the noise music on his ipod in response. Don’t you just love these mother son moments? It was almost like a Hallmark commercial.
On this particular drive however, we apparently switched personalities. He had called me to come pick him up from a local gym around five pm. This is usually not a big deal as the drive in our smallish town is a four mile, relatively straight shot down a cut through road that avoids a lot of traffic. Except the powers that be have closed this cut through until August, forcing traffic onto already congested main roads. I muttered some choice words as I crawled up the parkway for twenty minutes only to have to circle the gym for another fifteen, avoiding smug looking cyclists drinking electrolyte cocktails from their environmentally superior stainless mugs as they gathered in the parking lot after biking to Tennessee or somewhere. This did not add to my joy as I realized their entire lower bodies could actually fit on the tiny bike seats unlike mine which appears to eclipse my seat completely. My son finally strolled up to the car, smiling and slightly glistening from good health and those pesky endorphins.
We headed back home another way only to be blocked in for another forty five minutes in rush hour traffic. I began to rant aloud about people trying to cut in and feeling my blood pressure rise. My son turned to me and said, “Mom, chill. We’ll get there when we get there. You look like you are gonna have a stroke if you don’t calm down!” This was said with a slightly sarcastic smile on his face and it broke the cranky spell I was under. I had to laugh at our freaky Friday moment in the car as I put in a Bob Marley CD, turned up the air conditioning, and tried to breathe again on our long drive home.
Have you ever had a freaky friday moment with you child?
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