Four Hours For Driving

I have two kids. I retrieved one from middle school at 3:15 and brought her home. After a two minute bathroom break, I was back in the car and sat in sloooow moving traffic for one hour down to the high school. My girl and three others in our carpool got in the car after Cheer and Field Hockey (my kid is in Cheer) and we began the ride back up. I dropped three carpool kids off at their homes (whew–one of them lives 6 miles north of our house–that was ridiculous because then it was 6 miles back down south) and then back on base to come home. It was 6:58pm when we pulled in. Holy road travels! Between the two schools and drop offs, I was behind the wheel for four hours. Four Hours! I’m flippin out of my mind exhausted. I have pain behind both eyeballs and my vision has been blurry all day. In fact, there was not one road sign I could see well enough to even read. I was on I-95, and could not read the giant green signs that indicated the name of the upcoming exits. I don’t have time for pain or any doctor visit, test, evaluation or treatment. I’m praying it away. That works for fundamentalist types all the time. In fact, when I was in high school, I met a girl who prayed her virginity be fully-restored. Really. She said it worked. The fact that she had already had a baby at 17 meant nothing, because her prayer was heard and she had been SAYYVVEDD! Pain pain go away, you’ve fucked up enough of my day…