My Name is Tressa and I Am Directionally Challenged.

I had a humiliating experience last night. I realize that by posting this I am putting myself to ridicule but I thought this was post worthy. So let it come.

Last night I went to the house of my 6 boys to babysit. It's such a treat for me to be back home and babysit again. as I walked in the house the dad asked me if I wanted to drive the boys to church for scouts and then pick them up again later. I was more then willing to do it but my heart sunk a little because I had no idea how to get to the church.

As a little disclaimer its a new building and I have only been to the church 3 times, but there is no doubt about it; I am directionally challenged, and it was made absolutely apparent when I was getting directions from the five year old. The mom had put the church into the GPS so I had that but as I was driving down the rode the loud five year old was saying things like this.

"Tressa, you don't know how to get to the church, okay I show you!"

"Yep, Tressa this is the ride rode!"

"Hey this is where we go to get to my super cool gym! Do you know how to get to me super cool gym?" --"umm... No." "Okay, I'll show you that way."

And then I'll admit, I misread the GPS and took a wrong turn even though this was what I was hearing, "No Tressa you don't turn this way." 'It's okay I think I'll go this way." "No this is the wrong way!!" and then the GPS confirming his sentiment, "Recalculating."

I couldn't hold it in anymore and started to laugh. It's official, I really stink at directions, and there is no disputing it when I ask a five year old, "Umm is this the right way?"