I have already driven 5 hours today.
Off to the other side of town with baby girl for an appointment: 1 hour 20 minutes
Then to my parents place for a few hours: 20 minutes
Back in the car to drive back home (now through Long Weekend traffic, general bullshit inefficient drivers, and car accidents where rubberneckers couldn’t help but slow down to look at a collision that WASN’T in their way): 2 hours and 20 minutes
Back in the car after a 5 minute stopover at home, now to drive to work: 1 hour and 20 minutes
And that’s not even ALL of it. Because I still have to drive an hour home later on… at the terrific-ly beautiful time of 3-4am.
Yep. All you Aussie peeps will be dreaming your sweet little eyelashes off, and I will be driving down the freeways, getting home as late as possibly 5am.
YAY! for me (not sarcastic, at all).
Seriously though, what the hell have I got to be grateful for here?
- One hard day like this is almost down, with only one to go
- I am in a good mood despite racking up so many k’s todays
- And I have driven 5, out of 6 hours. I’m almost there.
I am happy, so very happy, despite all of this, and being happy while at work, amidst busy days, and so so so so SO much driving….???
It makes me even more happy. And grateful. 🙂