Every single morning, something happens that makes me late for work. I am now perpetually fifteen minutes late regardless of how early I get up, how fast I get ready or how hard I try. Normally, it’s a Knox related issue, however yesterday, it was traffic and today, a fender bender.
I was all of three minutes from my house at a stop light. When the light turned green, the car in front of me started moving, and in turn, so did I. All of a sudden, SMACK! I ran into the back of him. Knox let out a “WAHHAH” type noise, obviously started, but not crying. I got out, looked at the cars, no damage to be seen. I apologized, but the guy said “It’s because my car didn’t take off, that’s why.” So, apparently it was his car’s issue, but seeing as how there was no damage and how I’d be blamed by the po-po anyway since I rear-ended him, we shook hands and called it a day.
It wasn’t until an hour later that I realized my at-the-scene inspection kind of sucked. I now have a trailer hitch-shaped crack in my bumper under my indestructible USC pewter license plate. I thought the plate hit his hitch, but alas, no. Too bad, I guess I’ll be sporting the crack because I’m not paying to have that fixed or jacking up my insurance rates because of it. Trevor only lectured me a little bit on this incident, telling me “when I tell you to be careful in the mornings, I’m not just saying it for my health. I mean to actually BE CAREFUL.” Kthanx, hun. Not my fault (at least not totally my fault).
Even though Knox didn’t cry or seem any worse for the wear, like a good paranoid Mommy I called the doctor. They said considering we were going, oh, five mph at the time of the collision, he was surely fine, but that I could come in for peace of mind, if I wanted to. You know me well enough by now to know that I went. I wanted to ask the doctor about some mucousy poop Knox had yesterday, anyway.
All was well with Mr. Knox, as expected, so we chatted about reflux. They called him in Prevacid tablets yesterday, but of course, the LOVELY folks at the insurance company required prior authorization which means that the hour I spent killing at Target waiting on the prescription was all for naught (and about $50 down the tube because I have no self-control in that store). Hopefully, we’ll get it today because the grape Zantac makes him cry because it’s so disgusting and obviously isn’t working, anyway. The doctor laughed at Knox’s weight gain, saying we don’t need to worry about his puking seeing as how he’s gaining weight so quickly. He is now 12lbs 10oz.
So, that was my morning. Needless to say, I didn’t get to work until 10:30. I guess I better get used to being late for the rest of my life.