After three days of driving my kids all over town to their different activities this past weekend – squinting from the sun as I did so – I finally found the sunglasses I’d misplaced. It wasn’t until late Sunday afternoon that I unexpectedly caught a glimpse of them out of the corner of my eye, as I was driving home with my eight-year-old daughter.
“Look,” I said, pointing at them. “There they are!”
Perched directly below the windshield wipers in the groove between the hood and the front window were the sunglasses I’d been looking for. I was worried they would blow off the car until I realized they’d been there for days.
As soon as I was able, I pulled over to the side of the road and Daisy excitedly jumped out to retrieve them. I grabbed my camera to take a picture of where they’d been all weekend, amazed they were still there.
This wasn’t the first time I’d found an item I’d been searching for wedged somewhere on my car after driving around for awhile. It was a huge relief the day I found my iPhone in virtually the same spot as my sunglasses.
Not everything I’ve put on the top of my car has managed to survive though. Over the years various items and several cups of coffee have bit the dust on my absent-minded drive-a-ways. The worst was the time I backed up over my laptop computer which was sitting on the ground waiting to be put in the trunk.
Despite the reminder “Don’t forget to put your briefcase in your trunk,” from a helpful stranger who saw me herding my kids into the car one day in a rush, I did exactly that: I forgot to put my briefcase in my trunk. And inside that briefcase was my brand new laptop.
I didn’t remember until minutes later, when I was driving down the road, and heard it being dragged along underneath my car. Panicked, I pulled over to the side and desperately tried to free it from the firm grasp of the undercarriage of my Beetle.
“Our mom drove over her computer,” the kids explained to a lady walking by with her dog. I said nothing as I laid on the ground grunting and pulling at my bag which I eventually disengaged.
The briefcase, which was actually a computer bag, was badly ripped and had to be thrown out. And the underbelly of the car needed a bit of attention from the mechanic. But I felt very lucky that the computer still worked, even with the gravel and soot in the keyboard.
“Why are you so forgetful?” my 11 year old son asked after we told him about the sunglasses when we arrived home.
“Yeah, Mom,” my daughter said. “What’s up with that?”
Good questions. I guess I’m just trying to do too much, too fast, as usual. Doing less and slowing down would make a ton of sense, so that’s what I’m going to do. If I can remember.
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