It's Blog Exchange time again, folks! This month we've been charged to write a post where we pick a song and write a post using the content of that song. My partner in crime here is Chrisanne.
After spending one too many evenings sitting in Boston traffic, Chrisanne is now a stay at home mom to two boys, ages 2 and 5. While on corporate-life hiatus, she's taken on new and exciting roles such as taxi driver, janitor, short order cook, and play date coordinator. She's most recently started documenting her days in Life As I Know It.
Give her a big welcoming hand, folks (and check out her blog--it's fab)! And when you've done that, head on over to her place where you can read about my atrocious misinterpretation of Tom Petty.
4:35 pm: Out the door. Headed home. Thank God my boss let me have a flexible workday so I can blow out of work early, hit the road and pick up Tommy at daycare by 5. Life is good. I pity those poor suckers who have to stay at the office until 6pm and sit in Boston traffic for hours on end. Yahooooo for me.
4:38 pm: I love my car. Even though that "new car" smell is starting to fade, it still feels like a novelty. I love the leather seats and the seat wamers (especially wonderful after childbirth). I love the upgraded stereo system. I love the speeds this car can reach on an open highway.
4:40 pm: Pulled out of the office park complex and about to merge onto Route 3. Tonight I might even have time to put some chicken in the oven instead of some nuggets in the microwave.
4:41 pm: Oh crap. A bit of a backup getting onto the highway. Well, no worries. It's usually just a few idiotic drivers who don't understand what should be the seamless weaving motion of merging. Duh.
4:44 pm: Yikes, more idiots than I thought who don't know how to merge.
4:47 pm: Finally. On the move. Moving at a slow, but steady speed. Cranking up the tunes and rolling down the windows. A little behind schedule but should be at daycare by 5:10. 5:15 at the latest.
4:49 pm: Dead stop. Not moving. Blinded by a sea of brake lights.
4:51 pm: Have rolled a total of 6 inches.
4:55 pm: Had several blissful, hopeful moments of shifting into 2nd gear.
4:57 pm: I miss 2nd gear.
5:00 pm: Still not moving. Rolling up the windows. It's getting cold. And dark.
5:07 pm: Why do people want to change lanes when traffic is at a standstill?
5:11 pm: I have found 37 cheerios on the floor, 2 sippy cups filled with curdled milk now resembling feta cheese, 5 (??) maps of the Franklin Park Zoo, and a pair of scissors (huh?).
5:17 pm: Holy Mother of God, could it be? Am I really travelling at 36 miles per hour. Yahoooo.
5:23 pm: Merging onto 495. Only 6 more miles. I can still make it to daycare and home by 5:45 and have a few minutes to start dinner before Tommy starts his low blood sugar melt down.
5:24 pm: Construction next 5 miles.
5:25 pm: Head hurts. Must stop banging it against steering wheel.
5:31 pm: Why am I doing this? Why do I go to work to sit in an office to stare at excel spreadsheets to sit in traffic to be late picking up my kid to have someone else watch him during the best hours of the day? Why?
5:33 pm: I don't even like my job.
5:35 pm: And I hate this #@!#@*! car.
5:37 pm: Should have saved the money spent on stupid car and used it to start Stay At Home Mom Fund.
5:42 pm: Picked up Tommy. Apologized to daycare for being late. Again.
5:46 pm: Fed Tommy the floor-bound cheerios to stop the hunger induced whining. Was careful to pick out the linty ones.
5:50 pm: Have managed to hit every red light on a 2 mile stretch of road. Yay me.
5:54 pm: Tommy has scarfed down the remaining cheerios and is starting his full blown hunger induced whinefest. Or is that me? Can no longer distinguish between the voice in my head and the one in the backseat.
6:01 pm: Home. Finally. Chicken nuggets for dinner. Again.
Must leave earlier tomorrow.