Work has become my sanctuary. I can escape the madness of my house, there’s free candy, and it’s air-conditioned. Yes, life is sweet at The Bank.
But, wouldn’t you know, every once in a while, someone just has to pass out in the middle of a first aid training class, be hauled to the hospital, and need to be taken care of.
On my lunch break.
My husband was the lucky winner of a first class ride in an ambulance today. And it was this incident that made me realize I have turned in to my mother.
Once upon a time, 14-year-old me got her finger slammed in a car door. The impact broke my finger and rather brutally removed my finger nail. It was highly unpleasant. I ran in to the house, shouting for my mother. She, apparently, thought I was shouting about something awesome, like I found a puppy. When she came bounding down the stairs to see me standing there in a puddle on blood, she lost her mind. She ran around “helping” and my dad told her to just get in the car. She had already assembled me a bag of ice. For a bleeding finger. No gauze or towels. Just ice.
We still haven’t quite let her live that down.
Flash forward to today when I got the call that my husband was in an ambulance in front of his work. I told them I would be there right away and that I knew where his work home was.
This was Mom Brain Nonfunctionality because:
1. I walked to work and did not have a car to drive to him.
2. I really didn’t know where he was. I mean, I THOUGHT I knew where I was going, but I was wrong. Good thing I have a very understanding boss who was willing to drive all over the place and find it with me.
After everything calmed down, I realized this was totally something my mom would have done. I used to be good in emergency situations, but now I am my mother. Oh no.
I should have brought some ice.