I try to be as involved at my kids’ school as I can. Having two toddlers makes it hard to volunteer very much, but the other day my mom babysat so that I could go on a field trip to the Mojave Narrows with J-Dub’s 5th grade class. When I got to the school I found out that they didn’t have any pre-printed directions and none of the teachers knew how to get there. Since buses are slow and I live close to the school I ran (drove, really) home to google it. I figured I’d be able to meet, if not beat, the bus there. The directions were simple enough and I was on my way in no time.
Of course I got lost.
I was supposed to turn onto the 173 from the 138. Easy Peasy.
But since I know part of the 138 really well and had no idea where the 173 was, I didn’t start looking for it until things were getting less familiar and I had already passed the turn. Instead I ended up here:
43 miles off course.
How could I let this happen, you might ask? Well, like I said I didn’t think the turn would come so soon. I actually started looking for the turn RIGHT AFTER I had missed it. And in my defense, the sign for the turn was teeny weeny!! And then, not noticing the turn for a long, long time, I figured it just SEEMED like I had been traveling too long. I wasn’t keeping track of my miles or of the time and I just assumed that since it often seems like you have gone to far when you haven’t, that that was what was going on. Eventually (43 miles out-of-the-way) I KNEW something was wrong. Looking back, I realize that my overconfidence in how well I knew the area was my downfall. I should have kept track of the time and/or the miles so that I would know when the turn was coming up, rather than just assuming that it would show up eventually in an unfamiliar area.
Well it didn’t show up “eventually” and so I called Hubby. He wasn’t at his phone so I called his mom and she told me where I was SUPPOSED to turn. I finally got ahold of Hubby and he gave me alternate directions. I was (figuratively) kicking myself that I was going to miss out on the hike, but I was (literally) praying that I would find the group in time for lunch. I had that poor boy’s lunch AND water.
Luckily I did get there in time for lunch, but unfortunately I missed most everything else.
If there’s one thing I can say for J-Dub, it’s that he is a pretty optimistic guy. He had a great time despite the fact that I got there 3 1/2 hours late. In fact he hardly seemed affected by my absence at all.
Thank goodness for forgiving kids, and for mothers-in-law and husbands with Google Maps.