Happy, happy Thursday.
Ya’ll, the day I had yesterday. I dropped Max off at daycare right at 7:30, giving myself a full hour to get to work. My commute is typically about 35-40 minutes, but I allow time for traffic and hate to feel rushed.
Well, imagine my surprise when University Avenue was a parking lot. Not moving. If you know me, you know I’m a 10 minutes early type of girl and absolutely hate being late. And late for work? No, not professional.
But there I was. And I couldn’t do a thing about it, so I told myself: “Amy, don’t let this get your day off to a bad start. You couldn’t have foreseen that a semi was going to get stuck sideways blocking all 3 lanes of the street.” Of course I also texted my friend Ali less calm words as a vent session.
So then there was work. A busy, busy, busy day…but, that was fine. It’s just become the norm and I was working with a really awesome set of nurses. Excitedly (and a half hour late) I headed out to my Jeep. This is where the story really begins.
Because I was running a half hour late in the morning, I distinctly remember parking my Jeep on the top floor of the parking ramp facing out. Typically, it takes me a minute as I’m walking out of work to figure out where I had parked that day…but this time, not at all. I had it, top floor…facing out. I took the stairs as I always do, and remember thinking…man I’m kind of out of breath. Must be the pregnancy 😉 Imagine my surprise when my Jeep was NOT there. I had just got off the phone with Drew, and I looked down at it and of course it had just died.
So there I was at the top of the parking ramp, with a dead phone, hungry pregnant belly, and a grand theft auto situation after an already long day. If this was 7 years ago when I lived in Chicago, I would’ve just dissolved into a puddle of tears. But, I thought: “Amy, be a grown up. You have to go inside and get the help of your coworkers. You can charge your phone quick to call Drew.” Lord knows he has been TELLING me I need to MEMORIZE his number.
So, I walked my butt all the way back into the clinic that I had just left. I told my friend, “Ashley. My Jeep is NOT where I parked it.” She replied, “Wait, are you sure? Is it somewhere else?”
“No, I’m absolutely positive. I remember it SO clear because I was running so late.” Then we started to talk about what to do and headed over by the iPhone charger.
This is where I told the same story to about 5 more coworkers. One said, “Why would someone ever steal a 2003 Jeep?!” Haha, valid point. Next, I was on the phone with UW Hospital Security telling them the story. The lady replied, “Are you sure you know where you parked it?” I said, “It was actually pretty vivid today because I was running super late. I’m about 99.9% positive.” She then informed me they could be of no help and I had to call the Madison Police Department.
Before I called the police, my coworker said she would drive me around the ramp JUST to be sure. THANKS MARIA! You are the sweetest. So we got into her car and started at the bottom. Imagine my surprise when I see a Jeep that looks eerily similar to mine on the 4th floor facing the lake. Kind of with my tail between my legs I said, “Um, I think it might be over there.” AND IT WAS. My freaking Jeep was NOT where I was 99.9% positive it was.
I think what happened was I mixed up the parking location from Tuesday and Wednesday. It was a huge sigh of relief to see that I could just get in and go home and didn’t have to deal with calling the police and getting picked up.
I shared this story for a few reasons:
- Laugh at Yourself. My parents did a great job of instilling this in us. I called my dad right away and told him the story. I wish I could tell ya’ll the story in person because I have a tendency to add some really dramatic inflections and pause. We both died laughing when I was telling him everything. I could easily be embarrassed about the whole darn Jeep thing, but I think it is hilarious. Everyone just replied, “Pregnancy brain!”.
- Maybe Your Wrong. I had never felt so darn sure of something you guys! I wouldn’t never gone back inside if I wasn’t positive where I parked my Jeep. Afterward, I had WISHED I would’ve just walked around the ramp before hoofing it all the way back to the clinic and had Maria go out of her way to help me. Maybe you are wrong about something you feel so darn right about?!
- Speaking of Help…Be The Person That Helps. My coworkers were amazing. Maria not only drove me around the ramp, but told me should would just drop me off at home if it wasn’t there. I said, “In Waunakee?!” Knowing that wasn’t at all the direction she needed to go. She said, “Yeah, no problem. It doesn’t make sense for your husband to come all the way here with your baby.” So stinkin’ sweet!
- Keep Your Cool. I told my dad, “Thank God this happened to me now. A few years ago I would’ve totally freaked out and probably started crying and THAT would’ve been more embarrassing.” I was really proud that I stayed calm about the being to late situation and then stayed calm when I was 99.9% sure someone had stolen my Jeep.
Hope everyone has an incredible weekend! Next week Drew is coming on the blog to give a man’s perspective on what natural birth is like. I asked him some really honest questions and I’m hoping he gives us great insight 😉