I still haven't done my worry ritual, because it's been miserable and rainy and that does not go with my plan of standing peacefully in a garden and releasing my worries to the universe. But I wanted to share this little vignette from my weekend.
We are pulled over by a cop on a cold, gray and rainy morning. Expired registration. Who knew? (Turned out the whole problem was caused because I was delinquent on my car taxes. The outstanding bill: $1.52. Glad I have the law to keep me in line.) As we sit and sit and sit and sit, waiting for the cop to return with our ticket, Mia pipes up, "I need to go potty." Perfect. We establish that she really needs to go right now, that she cannot wait. So we try to get out of the car, and get shouted down by the cop who is about ready to shoot us and even runs up to the car and demands to see Mr. SOC's hands to make sure he doesn't have a gun. This guy is holding us prisoner in our Honda Civic with a 3-year-old about to wet her pants because of an expired registration. I love the law!
Eventually, the cop releases me and Mia from the car to go to the bathroom while he continues berating Mr. SOC and demanding to know what he is doing with his hands. We happen to be pulled over right next to the police station, so I get the officers to grudgingly to do us the immense favor of allowing us to use the toilet in their public building, and then we head back to the car in the cold rain. Mia is, as always, dawdling and looking for puddles to step in, while I am trying to get back to our warm car ASAP. After we get back to the car, my step-son describes how we looked during our journey. Me: head down, face scrunched, pulling Mia's arm, grimly determined to get out of the miserable weather. Mia: strolling along, beaming 1,000 watts. I think this scene pretty much sums up the difference in how we see the world.