Humm, I thought as I slowed down my driving and cocked my head like a confused puppy, my car has never made that noise at me before. Maybe it will just go away, my irrational mind rationalized.
It was the end of the day, Friday. After attending a last minute meeting my principal called for our grade level team, having to chase three rogue crickets around my classroom who had escaped as I was transferring them from their shipping container to their habitat (our science unit is insects), and gathering materials for lesson planning (and planning my second formal observation that is next week) all I wanted to do was uneventfully go home.
But I was not going home. I was on my way to pick up the boys and then go grocery shopping for the following morning, (today), was (is) Practice Thanksgiving.
The beeping came again. I turned off the radio – when I am alone in the car, it is loud and I am a rock star – the beeping did not go away.
I pulled over, got out and circled the car, looking for I-don’t-know-what. I saw nothing.
I got back in the car and stared out the passenger window feeling deflated and defeated. And then my rational mind kicked in. Piled up on the passenger seat next to me were my two large book bags. Each bag was overflowing with binders and books and papers. And they were a bitch to carry the long distance from my classroom to the car. They were heavy.
I removed them from the seat, that smart seat, which beeps to alert everyone in the car that the passenger is not wearing their seatbelt.
I think, perhaps, that I am bringing home too much work. Either that or I need to better protect my book bags by buckling them up before driving home.