We'll Just Go Grab A Coffee First....

A couple weeks ago my mother-in-law was coming to spend a weekend with us.  I'd been sick, and the baby had been sick ... so the house of course was the last of my worries, and it was pretty trashed.
Randy had Friday off and I told him that he had to help me, if we both cleaned for just an hour, the entire house would be suitable for his mom's arrival.  No problem he said.

Friday morning we wake up, and talk about the game plan for getting things done, his mom is four hours away and is leaving between 9-10, so at the very least, we have 5 hours do get everything done ... plenty of time.

Then Randy says ... We'll just go grab a coffee first ....

We load up the baby in Randy's new-to-him and recently fixed truck and off to Timmies we go! 
Timmies drive-thru, since I was still in my track pants and slippers, was uneventful.

Then he says, we'll just take the long way home, go for a drive on the back roads and enjoy our coffee.
This is where I started to argue .. but not very hard .. I don't like cleaning either. 

So down the back road we go, and he says we'll just go down this dirt road to the other main road, then circle back down the highway.   So we do.

Then he says (are you seeing a pattern emerging?) If we cut across this field we'll get to the main road quicker.  We start down the 'field', which I should mention is not really a field, but an old mine tailings pond that has dried up.   Mostly.

We're 3/4 across when we find a bit of mud & water and he says .... I'm sure we can make it though that .  No problem.


This is where I should have brought up all the pictures he's made me look at of him stuck in other vehicles in the mud.  This is where I should have put my foot down and said absolutely not.

So three minutes later we're stuck in the middle and have to call friends to help pull us out. 
Then Randy says he's going to meet our friends on the road where they have to drive into the field to find us, cause we're no longer visible from that road.   Then he leaves the cell phone with me and the baby.    One problem here .... I don't know where we are.  Friends call me over and over asking details about our location ... ie: Are you past the concrete foundation? (ummm I don't recall seeing that...) Left or right at the moose bones? (Moose bones?????  I don't think I noticed them ... )

 By this point I'm honking the horn and wildly screaming out the window for Randy to just come back and tell them how to find us!  Of course I'm freaking the baby right out by yelling , and because we were only going for a coffee I didn't bring a diaper bag or bottles or food for her.   (I ended up giving her Randy's breakfast wrap .. which she LOVED)

So Our friends are not enjoying my directions at all and are about to drive back to the main enterance when I realize I'm going to have to go in my pajamas and slippers though the mud with the baby to find Randy.

Uggh ... I will never make another coffee run in slippers again!


End of story is that our friends got their truck stuck and some very nice people on four wheelers ended up pulling us both out.  We all drove home, put the baby down for a much needed nap and got changed into something a little less muddy.   10 minutes later my mother in law is here, and not only is the house not any cleaner than it was when we left, it's in fact now got sand & mud drippings on the floor.


Mother in law and Grandparents in law are coming this weekend .... and we will NOT just go grab a coffee before they get here!