But I had no idea it would be so evident at such a young age!
Approximately 30 minutes ago, after rushing to get everyone buckled into their seats to get them to school on time, I reached down to pull up my own seatbelt to find that the belt was so twisted within the buckle that it was stuck. As in, STUCK stuck. Like, not moving with all of my strength, stuck.
Of course, I began to swear under my breath at Patrick, the last one to drive the van and surely the culprit. There is over a foot of snow outside, we are "on time" meaning we won't be late for school if we left right then, and I can't buckle myself in??? Anyone who knows me knows that the car does NOT move until everyone is secured. And I mean it doesn't move. Not even down the driveway. I was certainly not going to risk my life, my children's MOTHER's life, just to get them to school on time.
Commence the yanking. And twisting, and pulling. Insert biting the belt, kicking the van and a whole bunch of "Damn it!" and "Shit!" (Not proud. But the language goes downhill as the stress builds, you know?)
Justin kept asking exactly what the problem was. And I kept telling him to "Please just DON'T ask! I am stressed and need to concentrate!"
"But Mommy, maybe I can help. Let me come over there..."
"NO! Don't unbuckle yourself! If I can't get it by brute strength, then you won't either. Just stay where you are!"
"But, Mommy I can help..."
"STAY!" I barked.
Finally, after 5 solid minutes of sweating in the cold, the heavens opened and the belt slid free!
"YES!!"
As I pulled down the drive, I tensely gave Justin a bit of advice,
"You know, kiddo, when a woman is having difficulties, it doesn't mean she needs help. I didn't ask for help and when you kept insisiting on helping, even after I said I had it under control, it just added to my stress. I am stronger than you and there wasn't enough room for two people to pull on the belt, anyway. Women don't always want you to step in and "fix" the problem, ok?"
"But, Mommy, I wasn't trying to help you in strength. I was trying to help you in SMARTS."
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15 comments:
Too hilarious! Sorry for your struggle, so not fun! Been there done that! Unfortunately, I probably would have tried driving and pulling...eeks, I know, or just fixed later! Often times...in the winter with the snow, my garage door conviently decides not to shut...snow and ice build up. That's always an interesting situation!
Oh no he didn't! That is too funny. Glad you go it out and it made a good post!
LOL! Oh my! What a smarty pants! That's a cute story.
That's so ridiculously funny. I can't stand it. What a SMART boy.
I would have reacted the exact same way, by the way. Even the biting the belt part.
Oh my. I can just see it now.
And look at that beautiful ten year old little man down there. *tear*
Now there's a boy who had better, if his instincts are EVER going to serve him well, learn how to duck.
Nice!! Way to go Justin! :)
ROFL! What would his solution have been? Just curious. :-)
Ahhhh haaaaaa! Funny! Gosh, your reactions sound alot like mine.
And great lesson for how to deal with women! lol
Eeeks! just wait til he's in high school!! Great story, I could feel your frustration.
Ah... we love them, don't we? :)
I hate situations like that where I get more and more frustrated...
Oh that is just funny! Glad you were able to get it out.
He's awesome.
What a brilliant little man you have!
Kiss him for me - what a fabulous kid. And I hate when my husband drives my car - he's shorter than I am, and he never puts my seat back again, and he puts the steering wheel as low as it can go (why? so he can steer with his knees?) argh! Glad you got it sorted!
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