A great song came on the radio in my car, just before I pulled in the driveway last night – “Life is a Highway” by Tom Cochrane. I cranked it – I danced in my seat and sang along at the red light (with Hubby and Little Guy in Hubby’s car beside me, laughing at me). A goofy end to what started as a “laugh or cry” kind of day. Today, I chose to laugh.
Wednesday morning started well…. First, I heard Little Guy growling. Apparently he’s a genius (like his Mom) – he was getting dressed, and got his head stuck in his t-shirt. Seriously. Somehow he got one arm out the neck hole, and tried to pull the sleeve over his head, but only managed to get his head stuck in the shirt so that it went neither up nor down. I rescued him and tried not to let him see me suppressing my amusement. Next, I twisted my ankle running to the car…in flats, not heels. That made running for the door uncomfortable when we were late for school, having been stuck in a snarl in the parking lot. Finally, and worst of all, I accidentally turned the lock the wrong way on my trunk, and I couldn’t get the trunk open. My trunk was full of the materials for my Morning Break classes. I am starting to become claustrophobic so the thought of crawling in the trunk through the back seat made me break out in a sweat. What if I got stuck? What if no one heard me screaming? Fortunately I had a gentleman with one long arm (the other was in a sling) who managed to reach in and pull everything out. By noon, I was exhausted, but the bigger adventure of the day was yet to come!
I picked Little Guy up from school at 3:00 p.m. and headed into the city to pick up Hubby and attend a meeting. While I am very capable of driving in the city, it’s been awhile since I’ve had to drive in rush hour traffic, in the city. I wasn’t way downtown – I don’t drive downtown unless I absolutely have no other option – no buses, no subways, no trains. But I discovered that driving in the city was kind of like riding a bike – once you learn to do it, it will come back to you. One of these days I’ll pass on what you need to know to drive in the city. We were late for the meeting. I stupidly changed into heels, and ended up running in the rain. The meeting was 2 hours long.
Little Guy wanted to drive home in Hubby’s car, which meant he had to listen to Little Guy talk about (or even play) Imaginary Angry Birds. I cranked the radio. I rediscovered the thrill of driving like I’m in a Fast and Furious movie. OK, that’s an exaggeration, but I did enjoy the ride home, flowing in and out of traffic. I was kind of disappointed when I pulled in the driveway. While I didn’t hear the end of that song, I’ll be singing it for days…”Life is a highway, I want to ride it all night long”!