Crazy

I've been meaning to post this all week. The craziness that is morning traffic. Now that I've been cruising through the morning rush that is "traffic" on route to work each morning I've realized that most drivers are CRAZY.

I'm not saying I'm the best driver on the road but I don't try to manuver in and out of the lanes trying to get two feet ahead of the next guy. I mean seriously, does it really get you to work any faster? You're still going to get stuck by the red light ahead, you still have to stop at that stop sign. Was it necessary to cut me off, then switch to the next lane cutting that guy off, to just cut back in front of me because you think one lane might be moving that much faster than the other?

Or, I question those people who are in traffic not going anywhere in particular. Those people who are just out for that early morning drive maybe heading to the guy or an expensive morning coffee at starbucks. Is it necessary for them to drive 40 in the 50 zone or 50 in the 70 zone because their not late for anything and don't care how long it takes to get to what ever destination they may be heading to?

I find myself in moments such as these trying to rationalize with these people from the driver seat of my van. "Really sir?" Or, "why are you such a jackass lady?" "Speed up""Slow down""Come On."

Again, I'm sure there are those also in morning traffic having these same private conversations with me, as there are days I'm simply just driving, oblivous to those around me. And on those days, I do have little chats with myself... "holy Stacey, wake up"and "oops, you just cut that guy off."

Not enough

Considering it's Monday and I've just begun the tired routine of the "back-to-work," things went pretty smooth this morning, and now that the day is nearly done, things look bright.

Only now that the reality of the Monday to Friday work thing is back under way have I really noticed how short the weekends are. I litterally feel like I blinked somewhere and missed it. Maybe because I'm so use to spending each and every day and each and every minute chasing my daughter that those two days weren't enough. Not enough hugs, not enough kisses, not enough smiles. And as I sit here, at my desk counting down those minutes until I can finally go pick her up from daycare I look at the pictures on my desk and miss those days and minutes when it was just her and I all the time.

And yet, as I stated in my earlier blog, once I get to the daycare I'll get the look, the tears and the crankiness that is the storm before dinner and bed. And then, as I lay her down in her little crib tonight and tuck her in to sleep, I'll realize once more that I've only had a few hours, a few minutes with her. And that tomorrow is Tuesday, another 4 days until the weekend, and I'll promise to spend more time loving her, kissing her, hugging her.