The following elaborates on why my loving husband purchased a new GPS as a surprise Christmas gift for me last year.
Have I ever mentioned that he does 99.9% of the driving when we are together? The two simple reasons for this are: he loves to drive and I consider it a necessary evil. As a full time stay at home wife and mom, who is somewhat involved in my community, there are many times I am forced to drive.
This particular Monday, over a year ago, was no exception. A dental appointment was looming over my head. It had been scheduled weeks in advance. My good friend, Christine, had offered to watch the children (only 4 at the time, I was expecting my fifth). She lived just 2 miles from my intended destination.
Contentment filled my heart as I pulled away from her home with the idea of being early to my appointment. This idea passed quickly after I made a right instead of a left onto the main road. No problem I thought. This is a town that I visit several times a week. I’ll just take another route. The road I was traveling seemed familiar and I looked for where I could make a right to get back on track. Before I knew it there were no more familiar roads to turn on. Ten minutes into my trip I reluctantly pulled out an older GPS that wasn’t always reliable.
The GPS confirmed that I was no longer in the same town of my dentist’s office. I was now headed two towns over with that being the shortest route back to my original destination.
I eventually came barreling into the quiet waiting room apologizing profusely for now being 10 minutes late. The receptionist was gracious as she gave me a puzzled look. Her next few words reshaped my entire day, “Your appointment isn’t until tomorrow morning.”