On Saturday, we had to be at HungryMan’s softball tournament at 8:00 am.
8:00 am. On Saturday morning. At a field that is forty minutes away.
Needless to say, the two of us were a little groggy and grouchy when we arrived at the park. And since we were veering on the later side of 8:00 am, we progressed from the car to the field in a sort of frantic frenzy.
Three hours later, my friend, Nica and I determined that the breakfast snacks we had consumed on our way out of our respective doors didn’t really qualify as breakfast. And since our husband’s team was set on dragging out the morning by winning games, we decided to leave in search of food.
As we were walking with our daughters towards my car, I spotted HungryMan’s water bottle on the roof of the car.
“Look at that! Nate was in such a hurry he left his water bottle on top of the car. Oh, that’s hilarious!”
Two steps later, I saw something so ridiculous that it set off my finger-pointing reflex with such force that I sent my cell phone sailing through the parking lot. While my phone lay decimated on the pavement, my mouth hung wide open at our gaping passenger door.
That’s right, I failed to shut the car door when we arrived at the park. For three hours, our car sat in the “ready-for-entry” position. We might as well held up a sign, “Free Ice Cold Drink While You Steal Our Possessions!”
Thankfully everything was still in our car, including my purse.
And here’s what you get when you laugh at your husband’s folly as though he’s the one that is so absent minded.
Pride. It comes before the fall. Or in this case, before the long hard crash on the concrete.