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OK, so, I’m kinda Ms. Fancy-pants with my stylish new glass water bottle (Target, ten bucks. It rocks.) I don’t mean to brag but two of my friends have copied me just so they can quench their thirst in a similarly sophisticated way.
My glass bottle with a wooden top is not only really pretty, the rope loop on the top is handy-dandy for carrying it to the multiple mommy places I tend to rush off to each day. See?
Any-hoo, our story begins on a warm and busy Tuesday afternoon. As usual, I’ve imagined I can finish just a few more things before racing out the door to get the kids–only to discover that when I look up at the clock I should probably be in the car already. Run, Michelle. Run!
On the days when my kiddos have after-school activities I bring them a pretty hearty snack (for Grayson, an entire meal) which I hadn’t actually put together by the time I noticed the clock. Quickly I threw some satisfying/healthy something-or-others together, grabbed my new water bottle, chucked it all into my canvas bag ‘o stuff and flew out the door.
Whew. Somehow made it to my favorite parking spot on time. Grabbed the bag and dashed off up the way to school.
Hmmm… I’m kinda thirsty, I thought. I reached into my bag for that satisfying drink that’s just moments away, and pulled out this:
What the WHAT!!!!!?????
This half drunk bottle of wine was what my girlfriend, Anya, and I didn’t get to last Friday night. It was sitting on the counter, obviously, near my water bottle.
I DROVE TO SCHOOL WITH AN OPEN BOTTLE OF LIQUOR SITTING NEXT TO ME ON THE FRONT SEAT AND THEN ALMOST BROUGHT IT ONTO MY KIDS’ CAMPUS!!!!
Headline: “PTA President Boozes it up at Elementary School: Details at 11:00”
Quickly I shoved the wine bottle back in my bag, frantically whipping my head around to see if anyone else coming for pickup saw my little blunder. Whew… nobody seemed to notice.
I ran back to my minivan and quietly put my wine bottle in the back (there should be a designated place for this, come to think of it,) turned back around and trudged off to campus.
Thank goodness I wanted to wet my whistle before coming onto the playground. I’m picturing myself, surrounded by my usual tribe of friends/kids/possibly a teacher or two (hey, maybe the principal!) pulling out my bottle to take a drink. Can you even imagine?
FYI: In retrospect, I’m not sure if this was an actual “oops” or if, subconsciously, I needed a drink. Hard to say, really… And just to be safe, I finished off the wine that night and tossed the bottle. I won’t make that mistake twice!