I hate driving. I guess I just dislike the responsibility and stress of it all. This is ironic since I spend everyday of the week carpooling my two oldest to and from their pre-school programs. But as long as I am not driving, I can handle anything that goes on in a car. Yesterday made me understand this weakness in myself. As I was driving home from a wedding at 8pm with my two oldest fighting in the back row, I was wondering why this is such a drag? It couldn't have been because I'd been up since 6am helping my son get out the door with his daddy, then having to deal with soccer photos, OSU football game, and a wedding all in one day.
I love going on car rides. Long ones don't bother me in the least. Case-in-point, imagine 7 people in a suburban on a 7 1/2 hour car ride to Lincoln, NE. My DH and sister in the front seats (DH is driving), my 7 week old and 14-year-old niece are in the middle in their own captain's chairs (personal space), and I am squished in the back row inbetween my older two and their car seats. Yes, I could even nap in that position! I could have also lasted another 3 hours and made a trek like that to go to Colorado. I loved it!
Except for the trek up to OSU yesterday (I had my step-dad drive while I took care of the milk supply before the game), I had to drive everywhere. I felt exhausted, and my emotions (as well as the kids) were very high strung last night on that final leg home. In my state, I became nostalgic and recalled my teenage youth where I felt I could run all day and all night. I'd get up early and cap cokes for most of the day at the OU football games with my Rainbow sisters. Go home and get ready for the night out at some DeMolay installation where we would stay up until midnight dancing the night away. Giggling and gossiping on the car ride home with the girls about the night, as my mom dropped off all of my friends before taking us home. Finally getting home and crashing (if I didn't fall asleep in the car already). It seemed like no big deal then. I could do this all the time - so why can't I handle a simple day in my life as a mother carpooling my kids from point A, to point B, to point C? Then I understood. I hate driving.
3 comments:
Yup! Where's Mom Neely when we need her? (Do you remember that car ride home in your old van when you taught me and Susan how to give hickeys?)
I never wanted to learn to drive myself... I wanted a man named "James" to drive me around in a limo... apparently that wasn't in the cards.
I would rather drive than just ride. I fall asleep and am not very patient with trying to get somewhere in the car, much less one filled with kids. My hats off to you for being that patient.
I would much rather drive even though I need someone else to navigate for me since I get lost too much. lol. I spent my entire childhood being dragged around the country with my parents. The teen years weren't so bad since I was in the car with you guys singing and talking to whole way. Sean drags me around the state and doesn't talk for very long. He has learned that I need a book and will alternate reading and sleeping the entire drive. Since I don't have kids to deal with, this works.
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