This is a post I wrote in 2009; I stumbled across it recently, read it and had tears streaming down my face. I’m sharing so you can get another glimpse into the Insanity That Is Suzanne.
It started off as a typical weekend day.
I slept in, then moseyed myself to the kitchen for a cup of coffee.
I checked on the girls and they were being typical as well; one on the couch watching TV, one on the computer watching YouTube.
I made our bed; Coach left a few hours earlier for softball practice.
I went out to the backyard and fiddled with my compost.
I found several ant piles en route and went back and treated them.
I cleaned the guest bathroom.
I sent the girls to their rooms to clean.
I took the dogs out to the driveway to run a bit and get their exercise.
I heard something down the street that sparked a memory. I stopped in my tracks, cocked my head sideways trying to determine if I heard what I thought I heard. It was a familiar sound, but I was not sure it was real.
It was a sound that I had not heard in many years.
My heart started beating fast.
I was getting a weird feeling in my stomach. My hands and my feet started to tingle.
I didn’t feel right. I was about to lose it.
I had to get the girls’ attention. AND NOW.
I couldn’t be bothered with going back into the garage and through the mudroom door into the house to get them.
I needed them NOW.
I started calling for them from the yard. LoLo…..Linds!!!!!
I ran to Lindsay’s bedroom window and started banging, screaming her name. LINDSAY!
The dogs looked at me like I was a crazy. Little did they know, it would get worse.
Linds pulled the blinds back and looked at me like I was a crazy person. Because I was.
I screamed to her through the window:
THE ICE CREAM MAN IS COMING!!!
She pursed her lips and said: You are lying.
I screamed through the window:
No, I’m not, he’s really coming…he is coming down our street!
Get out here NOOWWW!!!
In a flash, she came running out the garage with my wallet in hand.
I suppose she believed me now.
Then I looked at her and remembered her sister had been fooling around with a flute earlier; maybe that was what I was hearing.
Was I overreacting?
Am I really hearing the ice cream truck?
I asked Linds, and she confirmed: Yes, there is a musical vehicle heading this way.
She started jogging down the driveway and then suddenly she put on her brakes and turned back towards the house.
She realized she still had on her Hello Kitty boxer shorts and decided to change.
I almost lost it.
Me: THERE IS NO TIME FOR CHANGING!
She ignored me and ran back into the house.
I just knew she was going to miss this golden opportunity.
It was as if I had injected with a shot of adrenaline; I was crazed.
I started yelling into the house from the garage: Run Run Hurry up Run Linds, HURRY!
By now Lauren heard all the racket, came out and looked at me like I was insane.
Me: Hurry and run down to the street and get an ice cream.
The ice cream man is coming!!
She stared at me with a fearful expression and went back into the house.
Linds came running back out of the house and I could just now see the front of the ice cream VAN coming into view.
Me: run down there before it passes by!
You would have thought the ice cream man was giving away baby dolphins by the way I reacted to his arrival.
Linds ran down the driveway, opened the gate and met the ice cream man in the street.
I had such a huge grin on my face by now, satisfied that we DID THIS, but my blood pressure was still very high.
I ran into the house for the camera, knowing that this may never happen again.
Lindsay came back in with her ice cream and we had a good 15 minute laugh about the whole thing.
I came to my senses and realized what a kook I am and his made me laugh all the more.
We live in a semi-rural area, so I’ve never seen an ice cream truck in our ‘hood. It just doesn’t happen.
They just don’t come around, or if they do, we may be inside and we would never hear them coming.
Later on after the incident Lauren said she thought someone was breaking into the house and I was telling Lindsay to run for her life.
Lindsay told me that the neighbors must think that I am insane; she said I made it sound like someone was chasing her down the street with a knife as I was telling her to Run Run Run.
I explained to the kids that as a child we had the ice cream truck coming by all the time and we could hear it blocks away. We would run from wherever we were playing to our house to find some money to buy said deliciousness.
Of course we could not hear our parents in the next room telling us to do something, but that truck…that truck was music to our ears.
Then it dawned on me. I really did want an ice cream and in all the craziness, I did not get one.
I called Coach and asked him to pick me up a push-up pop on his way home and he did; no questions asked. Geeze, that was the stressless way to get an ice cream in 2009.
When was the last time you bought ice cream from a truck? Did you have the joy of chasing them down as a kid?
Signed, your favorite lunatic.