January 22, 2009 7:00 am
A few months back, we were knee deep in ear infections and experiencing a similar bout with insomnia like the one we’re currently going through. Let me state for the record that I am not a person who can function without sleep. In fact, I become a whiny, irritable bitch and you DO NOT want to come near me.
On this particular evening, I had just come back from returning my prescription eyeglasses for the second time since the vision store (not naming names but their initials are Vision Works) and I couldn’t agree on exactly how blind a bat actually is. Each time I went back to the store, I had to wait for an exorbitant amount of time that I did not have to be waiting for glasses. Each time, I had to arrange for someone to watch the kids so that I could slip away for a few minutes (which usually turned into an hour or more). I was frustrated and pissed off.
I arrived home that night just in time to help Jamie with the bath and bedtime routine. We got both kids snuggled into bed and it was time to discuss our dinner options. For those of you scoffing at the fact that dinner wasn’t already in the oven, it usually isn’t even in our minds until the kids are in bed. If anyone in this family plans ahead for meals, it’s Jamie since I don’t cook. Anyway, we decided to take my stress out on some greasy food so I got on my shoes to run out and pick it up.
I went to grab the keys and they weren’t on the counter. I checked all of the pockets in my jeans and anywhere else I could have left them. Nowhere. At that point, I got pissed off and almost abandoned the idea of leaving the house at all. I decided to see if I had left them in the car, a trick I’ve certainly done before. I opened the door to the garage and smelled fumes. And heard an engine. The fucking car was still on in the closed garage. It had been for close to an hour.
I immediately started shaking at the fact that I could have killed my family. That I let myself get so stressed out that something I always do on autopilot (turn the car off), I completely missed. What if I hadn’t gone back out for food and we had left the car on overnight? I remember a story in our area that had not turned out so lucky and the poor family lost two children to carbon monoxide poisoning. Just from making that same mistake. Fuck. I shakily went to get our greasy food and vowed to be more careful.
The moral of my story is that you should ALWAYS indulge in fast food when the feeling strikes. Who knows, it could save your life.