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Adventure I'd Rather Have Skipped

 If my life-goal was making other parents feel better about themselves, I would say I'm pretty much dominating it.  It's currently not my goal, but I'm considering changing it.  Call me dramatic, but today started off with a bang.  

We have a routine on Thursdays that usually includes me running with my mom then dropping Sawyer off at school.  When we arrive at the school, which is really a church, we park right in front.  Fischer stays in the van with the girls and gets to listen to a kids podcast on my phone while I walk Sawyer to his classroom.  There is a teacher who lets us into the building, and I know she can see my van from where she is standing.  I don't worry about leaving the younger kids for the three or so minutes it takes me to drop Sawyer off in his classroom.  

Today, I took an extra minute to talk to a friend and ask a quick question.  When I reached my van, Fischer was up in the front with the girls which I thought was odd.  As soon as I opened the door I knew something was off.  He was all flustered and half crying.  He thrust the phone at me and said somebody he didn't know was trying to talk to him.  I grabbed it and asked if he had called somebody.  The phone is locked, so I was very confused until I looked at the screen: 9-1-1.  

Crap.  

Admittedly, I panicked a little and tried to hang up.  It turns out, cell phones don't let you hang up on 9-1-1 dispatchers.  Which is probably good.  I got my head back on track and put the phone to my ear, "hello?"

The dispatcher was very kind as I explained the situation, but when I tried to hang up she said, "I actually need you to stay where you are.  Your son was hyperventilating so much I already sent a police officer."

"Okay...I'm in a church parking lot..."

"He just needs to check the situation."

Super.  

We didn't wait long before a police vehicle pulled in and parked behind us.  In the church parking lot.  Which is also a school.  Where all of the other moms were pulling in as they dropped their kids off for the day.  

The nice officer practically climbed in our van to chit chat with a very nervous five-year-old, while I stood outside and sweated through my running clothes a second time.  It's great.  I mean, I'm sure it didn't raise any questions.  At all.  Whatsoever.  Nothing to see here folks.  

It's just my luck.  I don't know half of these parents at all and most are just new acquaintances.  That being said, having a police officer chat with me in the parking lot is not exactly the impression I was hoping to make.  Oh well, Martha Stewart still has friends.  I suppose I can survive this one too.  


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  1. AnonymousSeptember 17, 2022 at 2:29 PM

    Oh my gosh I had no idea this happened to you! I was just randomly checking out your blog and this story caught me eye. How insane!

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    1. Katie CarieSeptember 17, 2022 at 2:30 PM

      This is Katie Carie btw. Just learned how to comment not using “anonymous,” lol

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  2. Not so adventures of the St. Clair clan...September 19, 2022 at 8:11 PM

    Yeah, not one of our finer moments. :)

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