This morning we were running late. Not even just a tiny bit late. Really, really late. And there's nothing that makes me more stressed than being late.
The reason for the lateness was a combination of things. The infamous excuse of the alarm not going off at the designated time, kids that went to bed too late last night (rehearsal for both mom and dad, so kids came too), Bria not having finished her homework yesterday and having to finish it over breakfast, baby sleeping and sleeping and finally just having to be woken up and put in the car, soggy diaper and all, and...well, anyway, we were very late.
I dropped Bria off at school ten minutes after the bell rang. Then it was off to the races to get Chloe to school before she was 20 minutes late. While I was driving, I noticed a flapping sound. It reminded me of papers rustling in the wind. But they were really big papers in a really high wind.
And I should have stopped right then, but of course, I didn't. We were late! The sound persisted the entire ten minutes it took to get to Chloe's school and by the time I arrived I was just sure something was wrong with the car and we were going to have to fork over several hundred dollars to get it fixed.
But, as I opened the side door to get Chloe out, I noticed there was an actual book on top of my van. I took it down, and it turned out to be the conductor's score for the Berlioz piece Joel was rehearsing with the choir last night. A lot of the pages were ripped, but it wasn't entirely ruined. Still quite usable, in fact.
So, of course, I called Joel and told him my discovery. I was excited about the fact that it was actually in pretty good condition, considering the adventure it had just undergone. He was worried about the Organ part that he had stuck inside it, which was, of course, long gone by now.
Too bad. We'd just have to replace it. But, being ever hopeful, I still scanned the road all the way home to see if I could see it. There were a lot of boxes and grocery bags that raised my hopes a bit (nothing like looking for a lost paper to open your eyes to how much garbage exists along the side of the road), but I didn't find anything that could have been music. I had pretty much given up when I drove into my neighborhood and saw a piece of music lying open in the middle of the road.
It was a little worse for the wear, and had one tire tread mark on it (most likely from Joel's car!) but is still completely readable.
Moral of the story? Always check the roof of your car!
Especially if your husband drove it last.