So, spent the early morning the other day in the back seat of a police cruiser. Yeah. Workin’ on my street cred, yo.
Ok. Not really. Just had to get your attention. I had an adventure and have an important message for you, girl friend to girl friend. Woman to woman. Let me tell you what happened.
I have been having trouble sleeping lately. I was awake because… not sure why. Insomnia? Panic about an impending deadline? Old age? All three?
I have friends all over the world so went on Facebook to see who else might be up. First bad move.
As I scanned through my feed my neighbor posted “help” on her Facebook page. I looked at the top of my iPad. It was 3am Eastern Standard Time.
Three. In. The. Morning.
Instantly I panicked.
What could I do to help? One of my best friends committed suicide last September. I had no idea she was that depressed. I had no idea she was depressed at all! There was no way I was going to just sit by and not do something when I knew a friend needed help.
The thing is, I sort of know where she lives. I’ve been there twice. Except, I have no clue what the address is, the house number or the street name.
Logan would know. He has walked there several times. But the thought of waking my kid up in the middle of the night just felt wrong, so wrong.
I posted in our neighborhood Facebook group to see if anyone knew her and to PM me so I could tell them what was going on. Then I realized why no one was responding. It was THREE AM!
By this time my phone kept pinging letting me know that her friends all over the world were commenting and asking what was going on. Who knew anything? Why wasn’t she answering her phone?
After a bit of back and forth commenting it dawned on me that I was the only one in the closest vicinity.
Yeah, I woke the man-child up in the middle of the night. (Logan is now 19, will be 20 in March! We’ll talk about that some other time.)
He didn’t know either! “Mom, I just walk there. You turn right on the brick road, turn left at the first street, walk until you see the yellow car, and you are there.”
Somehow I knew that wouldn’t work with the police. I called 911 anyway.
They sent over the youngest looking officer I have ever seen. It was everything I could not to ask him if his momma knew he was out late. Of course, my cell phone had died because I didn’t put it in the charger the right way. I tried to get Logan to identify the house on Google maps on my iPad. Meanwhile the officer is looking at me wondering what else I was going to pull out of my pocket.
What? I’m a mom. Everything goes in the pockets. Enough said.
His radio then beeped and he was cleared to take us in his cruiser to the house.
The theme of “Cops” played in my head as I dived into the back seat. It wasn’t until that moment that I wondered what my neighbors must think. City employees have to live in the city and my block is full of them. Of course, it does make me feel very very safe. Second bad move.
The seats are plastic! Like that kind of plastic for truck liners. The seat belts aren’t really belts, more like straps, firmly attached to the car. And you can’t get out. The officer had to open the door for me. Now you know, too!
Oh! One tiny detail. We do not own a car. We use the bus, the train, ZipCar and Uber to get around the city. That works really well for us.
Three other calls had come in to go check on my friend. We all met up at the corner gas station and discussed what was going to go down before proceeding. They were all so calm, cool, and collected. I was hyper as heck. The officers all just rolled their eyes when I said I didn’t have my friend’s phone number or address.
We chat all the time on Facebook. Why would I need that?!
Men. What do they know about girl friendships?
Long story, short, my friend was sick but now she is OK. She now knows that a lot of people love her and care about her.
This is an important lesson!
I “talk” to this woman on an almost daily basis. But I don’t have her cell phone. I obviously do not have her phone number. Yet we live in the same Pittsburgh neighborhood. Let me just say this.
Make sure all your friends have your physical address and your phone number. It could save your life one day.
When I got home I had to tell the moms of my favorite Facebook homeschool group, Hip Homeschool Moms Community.
And all the wives of the police officers, sheriffs, and law enforcement schooled me on just how gross and germy the back seat of a police car is. They made me promise to go take a hot shower, rinse with vinegar, and scrub my nails until they bled. I felt the wrath of their momminess over the interwebs. Like a good girl I went and showered like I have never showered before.
Except, all day long, any tiny speck I saw made me jump and imagine it was lice coming for me. Let no good deed go unpunished.
Then they asked if they could share with their friends. Because, this is important!
Think of 5 or 6 friends you talk to all the time and give them your important stats. Then make sure they do the same thing. You never know when it will come in handy.
Especially late at night, at 3 in the morning, when you need help and all you can do is post on Facebook.