An Escape to the Tim Horton's Parking Lot

I'm trying to think back to before I had kids or even to when I just had one kid (which I thought was so hard then, but now realize it was a breeze). What did I do with my free time? Really . . . I remember watching Lifetime movies all afternoon or spending as much time as I wanted to in a store. I think I even used to talk on the phone for more than five minutes at a time without someone screaming or needing me for something.

So today, I had some free time. I had the privilege of taking Abby to her dance class by myself. That's right people. No lugging the baby carrier into dance class. No arguing with Jenna that she has to sit through the WHOLE 45 minutes of Abby's class. Nate stayed home with Jenna and Jacob and I had a whole 40 minutes or so to myself.

What did I do? I went through the Tim Horton's (Western New York's cheaper version of Starbucks, which I love because it's cheap, but still really love Starbucks), ordered a doughnut, okay, two doughnuts and a hot chocolate. I parked my car and sat in the parking lot and talked on the phone to Tamara for a whole half hour. This was nothing short of a blissful experience.

There was this teenager parked next to me and after a few minutes on the phone, he knocked on my window and asked if I could pop my car hood because he needed to jump his car. I obliged, all while carrying on a conversation with Tamara. Then I noticed him scraping his icy windshield with his cell phone. Really? A cell phone? I rolled my window down again and asked if he wanted my ice scraper, but he insisted that his cell phone was working fine. I'll be sure to remember that next time I have an icy windshield and no ice scraper!

Forty minutes of doughnuts, hot chocolate, an uninterupted phone converstion, and the amusement of watching the teenage boy scrape his windshield with this phone was just the break I needed today.