Grand Prairie

Every week recently has brought a new fiasco for our family. Be it black bean disastors or indecent exposure, something crazy is always happening. Last week was no exception.

On Wednesday I decided to be a good wife and take flyers for an upcoming health talk of Scott's to various locations in Grand Prairie. It's a good 40 minutes away, at least when you don't take the toll road because you don't have a toll tag and really should. We started off at a couple of grocery stores with no luck. Then we tried the public library, with again no place to post community events. When we got back to the car I discovered that I had locked the keys in the car. Madeline was even more distraught than I was, crying, "keys, car!" over and over again. Luckily I had my purse and phone with me, which I had contemplated leaving in the car. I promptly called Scott, only to hear his voice mail because his phone was off. My phone was also on it's last leg of battery charge. After a few more phone calls I got in touch with a friend who's husband was sitting in class at Scott's school. She called him to run over to the clinic and find Scott. An hour later or so he rescued us.

Not wanting to ever drive to Grand Prairie again, I finished my little route of dropping off flyers. The only places that would let me post something were the ghetto laundromats. I'm guessing nothing will come of my trip that day, except maybe the gratitude of my husband for trying to help. Madeline did get her first taste of McDonalds as we crept home in rush hour traffic. She didn't think it was all that great.

I'll tell you, though, that there aren't many better places to be stranded than a public library with your diaper bag which you actually needed. It could've been a lot worse.