Mmmm, donuts (or is that doughnuts?)…
We don’t eat donuts at Casa de Wrong Feet. It is not because we don’t like them, Husband and I enjoy a good donut. It is mostly because we don’t think about them and they can’t be considered even slightly good for you. If we want an unhealthy snack we make oatmeal chocolate chip cookies. Or we eat our children’s Easter candy.
Unfortunately Tuesday’s donut was of the kind you acquire when you get a flat tire. Yes, Stanley our Subaru got his first flat while Carter and I were in the car waiting at the bus stop to pick up Cody. We should have walked the 0.2 miles instead of driving but the gray clouds were threating and I was feeling lazy after playing wooden trains with Carter most of the afternoon. We were so busy building figure eight tracks with multiple bridges that by the time I remembered we were suppose to go to Costco that afternoon (we were critically low on beer and coffee), it was too late. I texted Husband and he offered to do the Costco run on his way home.
Back to that donut. I stood there looking at the very flat tire. Both boys were wildly excited about it. They were even more excited when I called AAA. A tow truck? they asked, eyes wide as if Santa himself were going to come skidding up in his sled change our tire with his candy cane lug wrench and disappear into the sky ho, ho, hoing all the way.
I felt like a damsel in distress waiting for the emergency roadside assistance to arrive and I did not like it. It has been at least ten years since I have changed a tire. I was just not up for trying it while also keeping an eye on the boys near the road. Plus I have never used a cheap, comes-with-the-car jack. I have a sweet hydraulic one for all my mechanical needs from back in the day when I had Betty, my 1969 VW Bug. I was told the truck would get to us within forty-five minutes. I sat in the hatchback, wrapped my sweater around me and worked on my mad Fruit Ninja skills, while the boys happily play with sticks and rocks.
All in all it could have been much worse. Yeah, I wish I would have put on makeup, did something with my hair, and grabbed a jacket before leaving the house but I was not expecting to have to make human contact. It was a bummer that it rained on and off while we waited. It was a little embarrassing that both boys had to pee in the bushes in a semi-public area. And I was a nervous wreck when not ten minutes into the wait Carter informed me that he had to go poop! and felt like an awful mom when I asked him pleadingly to hold it in.
Three minutes before Joe the friendly tire changer guy showed up, Husband came by, grabbed the kids and gave me his jacket. The tire got changed, the poop ended up in the toilet, and life went on.
Next time I have a close encounter with a donut though, I hope it has chocolate frosting and rainbow sprinkles.