I've lost it...

Let me set this up...

It's early (much earlier than I'm used to getting up) and I'm driving the boys to school. I drop Ryan off, with lots of hug, kisses and well wishes for the day.

Well done, Kelly. One down...one to go.

Then it's off to playschool for Sean. We head down Whitepine Rd. towards Unicorn Children's Centre and on the way, I see that the street that I would be going down to get back home after dropping Sean off is blocked due to construction (a sure sign that Spring is here). So I make a mental note; don't go the back way home, go down the main drag and up around.

So I drop off my precious 5 year old and after giving him his morning hugs, kisses and well wishes (along with some blown kisses for good measure) I head out, remembering that I can't go home the regular way. So I head down for the main drag, and my mind starts. Yep...I start going into my own little world. I have my tea that I steeped and put in my travel mug, I have Chris de Burgh singing to me, the sun is shining for the first time in a fortnight and all's right with the world. I'm driving along...singing my song...drinking my tea and...wait a minute!! Where the hell am I going??

Before I knew it, I was on the causeway headed for Moncton. Seriously...not in the turning lane, not on the off ramp. No sir. ON the causeway. I say to myself: well...there were really no words for what I was thinking.

It reminded me of the time my beloved grandmother got lost on her way back to the Valley. She had left Riverview and was headed back home, like she'd done many times before and said she'd call when she got home. Four hours passed, (the usual travel time from our house to hers)... no Nanny. Then 5...and 6. My mother was a wreck, thinking her mum had landed herself on the side of the road and was alone, hurt and scared.

Not true!!

My grandmother was in her own little world, singing "How Great Thou Art" on her 8 track in her little car and had missed the turn off for Halifax & the Valley. The province had just constructed a new highway, and this was her first time heading back home on the new one. My little white haired, pleasant, sweet, carefree Nanny had landed herself in Cape Breton. She eventually made it home...only it took her nearly double the time to do so. Bless her heart, she did call when she got home and when my mother asked her what happened, she simply replied she took a wrong turn and that she was having a lovely drive and singing her heart out. She was none the worse for wear.

She was a cutie. I miss my Nanny...may she rest in peace.

So now I'm back home, sitting at the computer and still listening to Chris de Burgh and waiting to hang out laundry. How much trouble can I get into doing that??...xo