Just Another Manic Monday

I'm not typically someone who dreads Mondays. Since I don't work anymore, every day is about the same, but this past Monday was extra "special." So at my own expense, I have to share my silly adventure. As a teaser, let's just say I was literally barefoot and pregnant and running.

Evie had a well-baby examine Monday morning. Since we've moved, it takes about 30 minutes to get from our house to the doctor's office. No big deal. I made sure we were walking out the door with almost 30 minutes before her visit. I put Evie in her car seat, and then we set off. Nothing out of the ordinary, or so I thought. I pulled out on S.W. 134th and accelerated quickly to 50 mph. Usually I like the fact that the speed limit is a little higher on this street, but not this day.

After accererlating, I noticed that something had flown off the top of the car. What on earth was it? I'm racking my brain trying to figure out what toy or sippy cup I had placed on the top of the Yukon when it suddenly dawned on me. It was not a toy or a sippy cup, but my shoes that had flown off and were now in the middle of the street behind me. And these weren't just any shoes. They were my new New Balance shoes that Josh had bought me for my birthday. At first, I thought I'd just count them as a loss and keep going. But then I realized that I had no shoes on, and I couldn't very well go to the doctor barefoot. So I turned around.

Thankfully I spotted my shoes as I drove past, and they were both in the same lane of traffic. With my hazards on, I quickly bolted from the car, and ran to get my shoes. So here I was barefoot, pregnant (28 weeks), and running down 134th to pick up my shoes. Amazingly they looked fine, and my socks were still stuck inside one of the shoes. I learned my lesson on Monday. From now on, no more shoes on top of the car.