SO I know I need to get used to this, but I'm not yet. Last weekend, (actually a week ago today), Chris and I went to our great friends' house for dinner and games. They live about an hour away from us with traffic. It was late when we got there because I got out of work late (and Chris was still asleep when I got home instead of all set and ready to go- after much discussion, we realized it was both our faults for being late-it's a win win for all!). We had a great time with them, but it was about midnight when we left. Now I know I'm not old, but I was exhausted and I knew that between the baby shower I was throwing the next day and with working at the church on the weekends, I wouldn't be getting much rest. I just wanted to get home. We drove out of the neighborhood, and instead of turning left to go the way we came, we turned right. I wondered aloud why we were going that way, to which Chris replied he wanted to see if it was faster. (it's not). About 20 minutes into the drive I look up to see Chris dialing 911. When I asked what was wrong, he said that the car weaving in front of us was a "possible DWI". He then proceeded to speak to the 911 operator, describing the vehicle, giving the license plate etc. We then followed the car into the CVS parking lot where the driver (female, about 5'10" as he described her to the operator) stumbled into the "open all night" store for late night munchies. We then parked on the opposite side of the parking lot to "watch" her while waiting for the police to arrive.
Okay...in my mind and in my heart, I know my husband is a good man and has integrity. He felt a responsibility for the safety of the driver and those around her, to make sure the police were alerted of the situation. BUT when you're soooooo exhausted, you find yourself thinking "This is NOT what I want to be doing right now!". I have swollen eyes, and disheveled hair and yet I find myself finishing my husband's descriptions of the driver to the operator- him: "the driver is..." me: "female"; him: "she's wearing a silver..." me: "gray"; him: "sweater" me: (yawn)"dress".
Our little adventure did not end at CVS, however. The operator asked us to follow her if she left CVS and call them back- actually I think she just said to call them back and Chris heard "and follow them". So, we followed her. She continued to weave, though not as bad. But it began to be awkward. As a girl that has been in a situation where another driver has stalked her (another story for another time), I could sense that she knew we were following her. I found myself looking off to the other side of the car, trying to be casual, but sure enough, she made a random u-turn at a light, and Chris made a random u-turn with her. Thank goodness, the patrol car showed up just at that moment to pull her over.
With another drunk driver off of the roads, we finally made it home safely an hour and 10 minutes later. I don't remember much else after that...I might have taken Molls out, but I for sure passed out immediately.
Then, my Saturday began at the crack of dawn to get my best friend's baby shower food cooked and it hasn't slowed down until this very moment! I'm very excited to be in pj's right now and I feel so blessed to sleep in tomorrow! I was telling Chris the other day that I feel like my life is just a constant cycle of "trying to get somewhere and not be late". I've always got places to be. I need to remember that the Lord wants us to take time to rest, so I am working on that. But at the end of the day,I've got the best husband in the whole world; and in those moments of pulling up to the house after a busy day and seeing Chris taking Molly back inside after taking her out to go potty and Sam greeting them all at the door...(sigh) I'm grateful to God for this life He has blessed us with. : )
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