Today was our last MOPS for the year. Some of my favorite Moms graduated, the kids sang for us, thank you gifts were passed out, tears were shed and hugs were given. I've been part of that group of women 4 years now and I sure do love those ladies. We have an irreplaceable group and although each year is a little different, each is super special. I think I could keep on having kids just to stay in MOPS.....
MOPS mornings are super crazy for us. We rolled into the driveway last night well after 10pm. The fun we had at my sister's was totally worth it (I still smell like a campfire!) but this morning the kids had to be awakened and then literally plopped into their car seats.
It's crazy how much stuff we had to leave the house with:
1 diaper bag
1 bag of clothes to give to a friend
breakfast for them to eat in the car
and....a plate of bacon for the brunch
The bacon and my bulging diaper bag sat next to me on the passenger seat and with granola bars in their hands and drinks in the cup holders, we pulled out of the driveway, just about 10 minutes late.
Ugh, being late's embarrassing.
As we drove, I remembered that my sister had texted me during that flurry of leaving the house and I hadn't gotten back to her yet. I picked up my phone to call her back. No texting and driving ladies...safety first, safety first. Well, no talking and driving either, at least not in Washington. At that moment, a sheriff passed me on his motorcycle and then he flipped around, turning on his lights.
As he pulled me over, I rolled my window down and got my drivers license ready. You guys- I literally haven't been pulled over in 10 years. 10 years! I was so nervous and totally shaking as I dug through the glove box for my registration. As I handed it to him, he said 'Yep, that's it!'. See, I wasn't even sure if that was the registration. I'm not an expert in the area of getting pulled over.
With teary eyes, I explained: "I'm so sorry, I'm on my way to the last MOPS of the year. My sister's son is sick and I was just calling to see if he's doing alright. I'm so sorry, I know it was wrong!"
With my big plate of bacon on the passenger seat, the overflowing diaper bag, 2 kids eating breakfast with morning hair and one baby sleeping, I must have been quite a sight. Really, I was the poster child for a mini-van Mom, on her way to MOPS- complete with bacon.
He didn't even flinch when he saw the kids, the bags and the bacon. He just walked back to his motorcycle and wrote me a fat ticket for using my phone. $124 later, being on the phone sure wasn't worth it. I know, I was wrong, but with such a good record, you'd think a warning might have been sufficient.
As I drove off with my fatty ticket, I wondered if maybe I should have offered him some of that bacon. After all, it was cooked quite nicely and thanks to him, it was now cold. No, I think the bacon offer probably wouldn't have helped. Now I was just going to be extra late to MOPS, with cold bacon and kids with morning hair.
The moral of my story is that even if you do get pulled over for talking and driving (which you seriously shouldn't do), and you have bacon in your front seat, the bacon won't help.
And for the record, I still haven't told my husband about my ticket....He's always told me to stay off my phone. I'm really sorry love, you were right, you usually are.
****A few memories from Memorial Day.