It's not when I try to back out of my driveway at 7:40, when the school across the street is in full arrival force. I rented this house so my kids would be across the street from their school, which means I not only have to deal with the people who park in front of my driveway because it's just easier for them but also the fact that as fellow parent I can't berate them. Well, not really. But that's another post.
And when I leave the office at the end of a workday? Well, that's a commute of at least an hour, with more people of a certain ilk on the highway. When I pick the kids up from my nanny's house, that's pretty good. They get in the car for the two-block drive, and I love hearing them talk at the same time about the exciting moments in their respective days. Then we get home and arguments ensue over who took the dog for a walk yesterday, whose turn it is to use the Mac, and so on. It's fleeting.
Twitter (okay, the NY Times and, for you locals, the Star-Telegram, too) and take a breath. Then I wake the children and get into a very hot shower.
It's short but sweet, with the smell of coffee and the feeling of hot water after a good sweat. As the days grow colder it is sometimes a little tougher to remind myself the reward is worth heaving myself out of comfort and into exertion. But when I do, I find it easier to back out of my driveway.