It's 8am. I'm tired. I took benedryl last night as my allergies are kicking my...yeah. Needless to say I'm groggy and foggy as heck. I just have to get Ryan to school. 1 mile of driving, open the door, out he hops, watch that he makes it into the classroom door, pull away and get home. Simple. I can do this.
Barefoot, sleepy eyed, jammies still warm, and coffee in hand I buckle his seat belt and off we go. I'll be home in 15 minutes. Warm coffee is all that's on my mind. Warm coffee and french vanilla creamer. mmm.
6 blocks later. Construction. Orange cones, guys in neon vests, holes in the street, drive your van through this teeny tiny lane we have coned off for you, oh and share it with all the kids riding their bikes to school. The sun is bright, this lane is too small and I am so not liking waking up like this!
And then the loudest jack hammer I have ever heard in my life begins pounding the cement right outside the driver door as we creep by! I am now fully awake and...slightly irritated. Nor far from the norm anyway. Ryan jumped, I jumped, we all jumped. He asks "mom what is that noise?"
My voice still thick with sleepiness responds with the best answer I could muster: "It's a loud machine thingy that breaks up the ground."
Ryan is silent, I can tell he's trying to sort what I said. I'm barely awake enough as it is.
In an attempt to ward off a hundred questions before we reach the school in 6 more blocks I expand: "It's kinda like a jackhammer but it's attached to a big construction machine so it's stronger."
Now I know that didn't process. So I say "It's like a woodpecker only it pecks concrete and breaks it up."
I glance in the rear view mirror in time his eyes light up with understanding..."OH! So it's a street pecker!!!"
His kindergarten teacher probably has an interesting take on our family.
~Randi Fay
PS. I love coffee.
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