This morning, as I go to the website to verify the hours, I see that they only test on Thursdays. WHAT? Oh NO! I don't let the girls see me panic as they are getting ready. The closest Tuesday testing spot was Carrollton, which is 40 minutes or so away. 40 minutes in the opposite direction of my work. Oh, and one more small detail...they don't start until 10:30. *sigh*
We dropped Natalie off at school, and headed right over. We knew we'd be painfully early, but that would allow Monica to drive around this new town, figuring things out. We arrived around 8:40. I let her drive around, giving her instructions like they would. She did great. She was freaking out more by the minute, and so was I, but we held it together.
We entered the courthouse about 9:30, and started our wait. At 10:20, the three (are they cops?) entered and told us to give them a few minutes. Monica started sweating bullets. I felt so bad for her that my stomach got upset. She asked, "What if I need to puke?" I said, "Do it before you get in the truck." That was the end of that conversation.
There was another mother there, who had a son taking the test for the second time. We talked about it and she helped me keep my mind off it. He is the youngest of 5, so she's done this a time or two. I wish I'd asked her name, because I'd love to thank her again. I waited
Crap. She wasn't crying, and didn't shake her head "no," but she didn't nod, either. The
Monica wanted to drive at this point, but I had to get to work (break some speed limits) so I told her I'd drive. I
Thank goodness I didn't get a ticket. I got to work, caught up on all I'd missed (email, voice mail, orders, etc) and left at 5:15. Who knows what tomorrow will bring, but I'm home and good for tonight. PHEW.
Oh, and my little baby girl is a licensed driver!