Skirt + Mommyhood = Flash neighborhood

Rush hour with an infant in the backseat is a b***h.  A pacifier is one of the many tools a working mommy must employ to make it through with some pigment left in her hair. 

On Friday, my son decided not just to release the pacifier from his mouth, but to spit it out.  By spit it out, I mean SPIT IT OUT.  It flew out of the car seat and into the impossible crack between the seat and the door.  When the screaming commenced, I did what any rational mother (who had not yet gotten onto the Interstate) would do.  I pulled over in the neighborhood and dove in.  Of course, it would have been easiest to open the door next to DS and get the pacifier that way, but the danger of it falling to the ground existed and I did not have an extra in tow.  So, dive I did.

Picture it:  Woman in skirt laying across the backseat of her SUVs, pawing around for a lost pacifier.  Lower half of body "securely" across seat; upper half of body down and around the car seat, arm reaching over to get hand between seat and door.  It was just out of my reach, so I reached a little farther, pulling my upper body a little more off of the seat.  BAM.  Yup, I fell onto the floor of the car.  On my side.  And I could.  Not.  Get.  Up.  I was stuck underneath the car seat.  I am flailing at this point.  I had the pacifier in my hand, but I was flailing.  In my skirt.  Flashing anyone who drove or walked by and a whole line of townhouses in the neighborhood.  My son was screaming for that delicious piece of silicone in my hand and I am stuck on the floor of my car.  SERIOUSLY? 

I was laughing.  Hard.  What else can you do in that situation?  So, I did a full out flash to get myself out of my temporary trap and managed to get out of the back and dust myself off.  I grabbed a water bottle from the front, rinsed off my son's pacifier, calmly placed it into his mouth and then chugged the rest of the water.  All of that squirming made me thirsty!

skirt + mommyhood = all out hilarity.  I am still laughing about this as I type it and am sure this will be a story I will repeat at my son's high school graduation party.