Sounds like an old episode of “Walker, Texas Ranger.” It isn’t even that exciting. It’s really just whining about the soaring temperatures and Jacob getting his driver’s license.
Yesterday it was 112° and I was out running from store to store trying keep my mind off how hot it was. I’d go into a store and when I came back out the car would be like an oven inside. Texas: If ya can’t stand the heat ya better stay inside awl summer long.
I bought some hair spray at Ulta and made sure it was completely sealed in a plastic bag. I thought the extreme heat might cause it to explode. This thought occurred to me when a lady in the car next to me at Target discovered that a Dr. Pepper had exploded in her car while she was in the store.
These 3 questions came to mind: How long was she in the store? Would a hair spray can do the same thing? Why spray my hair anyway? I sweat so much it is going to lose its shape 10 minutes after I walk out the door no matter how plastered it is.
Today I got up at 6AM to drive Jacob to the DPS to get his license. You have to get there early and wait in line for at least 3 hours.
In the car on the way there he changed lanes without even looking in any mirrors or behind him. Just moved on over like it was nothing. It took all of my strength not to yell, “Jacob! Good Lord I hope they DON’T give you a license.”
See, it’s not the thoughts that make you a good mom. It’s that you don’t actually say them out loud.
After we got there I told him I was going to walk over to the bakery across the street to wait. I said he could just text me when he was finished. He then informs me that he forgot to charge his phone so the battery is dead. I ask you, should we really be letting this guy out on the streets?
I guess he’s as ready as I was when I got my license and I’ve managed not to run over any small dogs or damage anyone’s property. Although I did hit an armadillo once, but who hasn’t?
At least it’s not too hot from 6-9 in the morning. And my hair looked good. That’s the main thing, right?
Have a great day!