Shiloh and Frank had eye appointments today. I needed to take all the kids because Daniel had already gone into work late so I could take Tirzah Mae to an orthodontist appointment this morning.
I was SO on top of it. The kids were in the car and we were on the way in time to be there 15 minutes early. I was rocking this.
We went over some train tracks with a jolt. The cement truck behind us started acting weird.
We stopped at a stoplight.
A woman with a construction vest knocked on my window. She was the cement truck driver. “I’m sorry, but you lost your spare tire back there.”
Yep. I took a U-turn and put on my hazards. Grabbed the tire and rolled it to the back of the van. Hefted it in. Turned back around.
About a block off from the eye office, I had a hunch. When I pulled in, I checked my phone. Yep, the reminder text was not from this location.
Good thing I was still ten minutes early despite the tire. The other location was about ten minutes away.
I took another U-turn (since the parking lot wouldn’t let me take a left). I drove down the road I thought the other location was on – and passed where it should be.
I pulled off onto a side road. Checked Google maps. The other location is a mile north – but didn’t the text reminder say this street?
By that time, I was already on my way to location 2. I won’t get the kids out until I know for sure I’m at the right place.
I ran in and the receptionist confirmed – the right location was a mile south and five miles west. He’ll call and let them know I’m on my way.
Got out to find the big kids had been super helpful and unbuckled their younger siblings. We only arrived at the correct location a half hour late.
The eye doctor saw us lickety-split. Both kids see just fine.
We made it home with only planned stops and no U-turns, despite Louis’s fear that I wouldn’t be able to find my way home and would instead route us through England!