ShaNae and the terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day

Wednesday.

Woke up at 5:45 AM.

At work, I shadowed the wound care specialist- most boring thing ever. She would flit around looking for supplies for 20 minutes, dress the wound in like 2 minutes, and then write a note about it for like half and hour. It went on and on. The clock seemed not to move. It dragged. But I survived it, and I went home feeling elated, knowing that my troubles were over for the day.

Zack had class that evening. I thought I might be a nice wife and drop him off.

I forgot my house keys.

And I was in my pajamas.

And I left my cell phone at home.

I remembered that I had forgotten my house keys soon after dropping Zack off so I went back to the building where his class is. There is only on-street parking, and none of that was available, so I just pulled up to the curb in a non-legal spot and flipped my hazards on while I figured out what to do.

I got out of the car a couple of times in my red and white striped pajama bottoms, big fuzzy socks, and bright pink shoes to try and borrow a cell phone to call Zack. A few people got outta there as fast as they could. A couple of kind souls let me use their phones, but Zack was in class so he did not answer.

After 15 or 20 minutes, I decided that I couldn't just sit there forever. I thought about maybe driving to the church (just a few blocks away) where the other ward was having their mutual activities and see if I could convince someone to send a text message to Zack for me. He might look at a text in class. He'd definitely do that before he'd answer a call. So I started the car. Or I tried to at least.

The battery was dead.

At that point, I was basically stuck. I could not leave the car and walk anywhere because it was not in a legal parking space. I could not call anyone for help because I did not have a phone, people walking by were getting more scarce, and I was tired of people looking at me like a looney bin in my ridiculous outfit. So I had to just wait it out.

Zack's class was 3 hours long.

During those 3 hours, I went through a range of emotions- anger, freaked out, bitter, amused, calm, wound up, relaxed, crying, laughing- you name it. Mostly it didn't seem very funny at the time.

Zack finally got out of class, listened to a voice mail I had left, found me, we got a jump start, and we finally made it home.

I went to bed.

I was ready for that day to be over.

Of course, in retrospect, it just seems funny.