There are days, sometimes weeks, when it seems like nothing goes "right." You catch every red light on your way to work, there’s a bone in your chicken soup, and you get stuck in the rain without an umbrella ... some days are just the worst, right? And then again, sometimes things work out.
So, I never speed; OK, I speed very rarely. When I was in college, I got a nasty ticket on the Spillway just outside of New Orleans and learned right then and there that speeding, for me, isn't worth it. So, when you’re frustrated with the minivan going 29 mph in a 30 mph zone, that’s me.
Now, last week I was running an errand to help out a friend. It was 3:45 p.m., and I was driving on a very unassuming street when all of the sudden an officer steps out a few hundred feet in front of the car and motions me to the side.
I had all three kids with me at the time, and I thought, “Huh, I wonder what this is about.” I distinctly remember thinking, “I don’t speed, so I have no idea what the problem is,” and for an instant, I allowed myself to hope that maybe it was some sort of police-meet the public national holiday.
Well, it was not.
If you guessed that I was speeding, you’re right. If you guessed that I was speeding in a school zone, you’d be right about that too. “Ma’am, I clocked you at going 34 mph in a school zone.” My heart sank, and my head fell back against the seat, “Nooo … I never speed!” Since he caught me fair and square I figured I’d better just own up to it, and I did. Nope, I wasn’t in a hurry, and there were no buildings on fire. All pets and family members are quite peachy – I just wasn’t paying attention, and I’m (really) sorry.
After that, he went back to his car, for what seemed like an eternity, and I tried my best to explain to the kiddos that Mommy made a mistake and sometimes there are consequences for your actions. Now I tell them this little life lesson all the time, so it was extra important for me to put on my big girl pants and take my ticket like a champ. As the officer walked back to the car, I knew I was done for because he had a paper in his hand, but then something miraculous happened. He said, “I’m going to let you go with a formal warning, and please remember to be careful in this area.”
WOO HOO! I felt like a free woman, and immediately high tailed it back home at a record-breaking 19 miles an hour. So, sometimes you need a win, and you get it. Every so often your home team wins the World Series, and the universe says, “Hey, I still like you!”
I, for one, couldn’t have been more grateful for the reprieve, and the win.
Jordan Schupbach is a mother of three living in the Houston area. She blogs at www.lattesandliving.com - sharing the good, the bad and the frenzied.