This doesn't usually happen when I turn into my driveway.
Womanhood comes with two perks, inerrant intuition and the prerogative to change one’s mind. A double-Xer myself, I firmly believe in both, especially after a recent turn of events.
Not long ago, my children and I left Bostwick after swimming at a friend’s pool. I chose not to pull my dry clothing over my wet bathing suit. The thought of sitting in a soggy bathing suit seeping dampness into perfectly dry clothes was downright awful – and I refused to experience such. Then intuition voice Number One whispered, “Grab a towel. What if you have to get out of the car?” So I threw a towel on the passenger seat if the need arose to stop on Highway 83 to change a tire or pick wildflowers.
On the trip to town, intuition voice Number Two began to insist, “Seatbelts.” Looking back, my four-year-old seemed to be standing in the rear of the car. I sternly asked if he was out of his belt. (He was prone to unbuckle.) “No!” was the reply. Voice Number Two constantly nagged at me, so I asked my daughter, “Hannah Kate, make sure Joe is buckled in.” She assured me that he was.
The sunroof/escape hatch.
Of course, I was most grateful that everyone involved was all right, and obviously, this was not a laughing matter. But I did learn a few very important things. Listen to your intuition. Double-check that seatbelts are fastened — no trip is too short. And I’ve changed my opinion on the sensation of pulling on dry clothing over a wet bathing suit. You know, it’s probably not such a terrible thing.
