Jesse to the rescue!

Yesterday Steve and I went to the doctor with Jesse...  We were told (very unceremoniously) that Jesse didn't have cancer anymore...  Now, you would think information like that would make me the happiest gal on the planet.. and I was, believe me... but I was very overwhelmed because I suddenly realized that it's not really ever going to be over... They will only concede to "over for now"...  without saying it, I felt like the message was.. "Don't stop stressing"...  not exactly what I was hoping for..  So needless to say my emotions were a bit mixed..

I try not to cry for reasons I can't explain, but as any woman knows, sometimes it just happens.. but I was really trying to suppress the MAJOR explosion that was inside me..  for Jesse and for Steve, who, for all good intentions doesn't really know what to do if I can't identify the problem..  Let me just say that I was doing a great job of keeping the tears at bay at least until I could get home to the privacy of my own bathroom or something... until...

I dropped Steve back at work and was cutting through a neighborhood on my way home to avoid a major intersection and the traffic that comes with it...  when I looked in my rearview mirror and notice that I was being pulled over... by a police man...  on a motorcycle..  

Let me just point out that I have been pulled over two other times in my life... I'm a very good, somewhat overly cautious driver.. so just seeing the lights was a bit unnerving.. but I knew I didn't do anything too awful, so I wasn't worried.. He walked up as I was rolling my window down... (so was Jesse by the way)  and asked me if I was aware that you needed to actually stop the car when you see a stop sign... not just slow down...  I answered truthfully.. "I don't really remember the stop sign, or what I did when I saw it..."   Probably not the best answer I could come up with...  but there it was..  Jesse on the other hand was ready to get to know the guy...  "Hi!... are you a policeman?...  are you on a motorcycle?... " He actually made the guy laugh right off..  

He asked me the usual question... "may I see your drivers license, registration and proof of insurance please?"  I managed to pull it all together and hand him the documents without much emotion at all....  he asked if we just recently moved to Oregon.. (because I still have a Utah license and registration) and before I could answer, Jesse chimed in...  "We moved here in June"... oh man.... I just nodded..  This is when he made a very big mistake.. he asked me "Is there a reason you have not got in to changed your license?"....

Well... The tears didn't just start flowing....  they were projectile flowing...  I went from completely dry to no contact lenses in about 1.5 seconds... and started spilling my guts...  while wild stories came rushing out of my mouth, in between sobs... the little voice in my head was saying...  Pull it together girl... this is not what he meant...  this is really cliché... how about whipping out a little cleavage too.. . could you BE more embarrassing??  I was rambling the whole story and crying the blues like I was sitting in front of a shrink..  I'm telling you... It was the most humiliating moment of my entire life but I simply couldn't stop...  It just kept coming.. Finally I was able to spit out that I wasn't crying because he pulled me over, as if that was important information... although I think he didn't believe me...  he took that opportunity to say "just give me a moment"...  and he basically sprinted back to his bike...  

You would think that at this point I could take the chance to compose myself... nawww..  not me, I just kept on sobbing and sobbing..  Poor Jesse, this is what I was trying to avoid him seeing.. He kept saying... "Mom... what did you do?... I'm sure it's going to be okay"..  When the officer finally came back to the car...  Jesse immediately started engaging him in conversation.. The guy had stickers and tattoos for Jess and started chatting him up about the good news of the day and asking him about his transplant and having a great bonding time...  then, he just looked at me and said... "okay, no ticket, but get this junk taken care of... and remember those little red signs at the intersection are there for a reason..."  I was sort of expecting him to ask me if I needed an escort home..  

For Jess... It was the highlight of his day and he was very excited to see a real live police man in the line of his noble work...  For me?  I'm going to study the Oregon drivers license manual... right after I schedule a paint job for my car and color my hair so that this officer doesn't stalk me as the crazy lady with the not-so-sick kid.. 

Oh, and I'm going to cancel the appointment with my shrink... I don't think I need it anymore.. ;o)