preggo brain: 1, car: 0
Being monsoon season, it rained yesterday.
Earlier that day, I had gone down to the yarn shop to get some yarn for a baby blanket or two, and to remind the ladies that I would still like to work there, darn it!!
Anyway, I rolled the passenger side window down a bit when I went inside, and left it down on the drive home. It was only cracked like maybe, two inches, if that.
I parked the car in the driveway at home, went inside and went about my business. I noticed it started raining. Really hard. So, I stood slack-jawed at the window, watching how hard the rain was coming down. (Shut up. We’re in the desert. Rain is an amazing thing to watch, especially in the desert. Nearly everyone here does it, too. I mean, it only happens a few times in a year. So we gotta watch it!) It didn’t even occur to me that the window was still open on my car.
I went to the back door to watch how the wind was whipping the pool water into a frenzy. I got a chair, sat down and started knitting while watching the rain fall.
Josh comes out, peeks outside the front door (I couldn’t open it before as the wind was driving the rain to the south/southeast, nearly horizontally, so that if we opened the door, it would come into the house, even under the porch). He says, “um, babe, did you know your passenger side window is still open??”
SHIT! I jump up and start looking for an umbrella. The rain is STILL coming down really hard.
Realize umbrellas (both of them) are still in the truck. Which is also in the driveway. CRAP!
Remember that we still have some rain slickers from when we went to Universal Studios a few years ago (or maybe it was Disneyland) and it rained most of the time we were there. Grabbed one, dashed outside. Rain still has not let up. Carefully run to the car and jump in (soaking the driver-side in the process). Put key in the ignition and turn it enough to bring up the power, and roll up the window (power windows, naturally). Look at the inside of my poor car and how soaked the seat is, the dash and the floor. Sigh, and scramble out of the car and head back to the house. By now the lower 8” of my jeans’ legs are soaked too. My sandals are all squidgey, so I take them off at the door, take off the slicker and go hang it in the shower, then change into dry jammies.
I blame preggo brain for this. I am almost 99% sure I would have thought about my car’s windows in ordinary circumstances. Or, if not, I certainly would have realized it was still down a LOT sooner than 20 some minutes into a downpour, AFTER having it brought to my attention by my husband. :red:
Once the rain finally let up, I went to go get dinner, and brought a bunch of paper towels with me so I could at least wipe down the dash and door panels. Then when I went to get lunch this morning, it was literally a sauna inside… the windshield was steamed up, and as soon as I sat down inside, my sunglasses even steamed over. Yuck.
Later today, I noticed that the rain, having been practically horizontal, had even made it to the center of the dash (the console with the gauges is in the center of the car on an Ion). I had only wiped down the water I could see, so I guess maybe that section had mostly dried. What gave it away today was the water spots.
So, my poor car got an unwanted bath on the inside, which, as I’ve said, I’m blaming on preggo-brain. Josh joked that the baby is probably a girl, and is sucking away all my brain cells for herself, since a lot of guys tend to lack in the brain department. I just kind of laughed, although after thinking about it, since it’s HIS spawn, it could go either way since he’s pretty damn smart as it is, so I would hope that, girl or boy, she/he’s just as smart as as her/his daddy. 😉
I think he was just voicing his hope that it’s a girl, though. 😉
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