On my way home from helping at a different location, I decided to stop at Woodman’s. We live in Lannon—a small village next to Menomonee Falls. Woodman’s is in Menomonee Falls. This should be easy. I should absolutely be able to get home from here without GPS.
Reader, I could not.
Somehow, I found myself on the highway going the wrong direction. So, like any reasonable 40-year-old, I called my mom.
“You’re on speakerphone. Your dad is here.”
Great. He’s really who I need.
Mom and I share the same… let’s call it creative sense of direction. My dad, on the other hand, drove for a living. I swear he never took the highway and somehow went a different way every single time we went anywhere. Which, given my current navigational skill set, is deeply unhelpful.
Back to today.
I get off the highway and turn right because I know that’s the direction I want to go.
Dead end.
I have definitely been here before.
I turn around and just start driving in the general direction I feel like I should be going. I’m pretty sure I’m too far east? But surely I’ll hit a familiar road eventually, right? Right?!
From the phone I hear my dad:
“Laura, just put it in your GPS. Even I do it.”
Absolutely not.
I will never admit defeat. Never.
My mom chimes in: “I’m gonna hang up so you can pull over and turn on directions.”
“Okay, Mom.”
I do not pull over. Because again—I can and I will do this.
And then… Silver Spring.
Aha! SEE?! I told you.
Was I exactly where I was supposed to be? Debatable.
Did it take twice as long—maybe more—than it should have? Also yes.
But did I make it home?
Yep.
Will I make the same mistakes again?
Most likely. 😉
Confidently winging it—powered by chaos and caffeine.
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