… and my husband is NOT happy with me right now.
I’m sure everyone remembers my post about driving in Chile?? Well, let me add to the part about how driving in Chile is not my favorite thing, that driving out of my own driveway is not my favorite thing!
We have slept in our new house for a grand total of three nights, and every time the car had to be pulled in or out of our very tight parking area (driveway is actually too grand a word), Pedro did the honors. Until this morning, when I opted to take Eva to school so that I could get some work done on the internet connection there.
My husband kindly warmed up the car, unlocked and opened the gate, and eased the nose of the car through the gate and onto the sidewalk in front of our house. All I had to do was hop in, pull into the street and be on my way.
I forgot to notice one thing/He forgot to tell me one thing (it’s all a matter of perspective) …
That one thing was that you can’t just turn right out of the gate – you have to pull straight out, all the way, and only then should you turn the wheel to the right.
(I think this is the part where the women feel for me, and the men feel for Pedro.)
Because, when I attempted to turn right, the side of our brand new shiny car s-c-r-a-p-e-d the gate and got hung up on it. As soon as I felt the jolt, I gasped, cried “Oh no!” and “Peeeedrooo!” and jumped out of the car (I did have the presence of mind to remember to put it in neutral with the emergency brake on.)
There was nothing he could do but pull the car ahead and scrape it the rest of the way, then send me off to school with a cloudy silence hanging over us.
So while it sounds humorous as I write this, it really wasn’t humorous, even the part where I tried to explain to Eva that maybe we were too proud of our pretty new car and God used Mommy’s poor driving skills to knock us down a peg or two … Ugh. Did I mention that this was NOT a good morning??
Because it definitely wasn’t!!