I spend an inordinate amount of time in the car. I drive the children here and there. I retrieve the children from hither and yon. I sit in carpool lines. I drive to and from the grocery and the big, red bullseye store. I spend so much time in the car that I have wished I could slide the car’s seat cushion out and flip it over to avoid it developing a dent the exact shape of my fanny.
Last night, we had a three generation movie outing that had me driving home well after midnight. With the XM cranked to 11, I realized I don’t actually hate driving. I hate being on the roads with other drivers. Driving is super chill when you aren’t constantly watching for another driver to try and kill you. Between the movie and twisty roads all to myself, I came home at one in the morning in the best mood ever.
Then, the cats demanded breakfast at 5 a.m.