I just realized that I spent three hours in my car today and never left town.
Dropping off kids at three different places and then driving to work takes an hour.
And then, after work, picking up kids at three different places, dropping one kid off at Cub Scout Day Camp, and registering two boys for soccer at the absolute last possible moment (I signed my check two minutes before the office closed), it all added up to very nearly three hours.
I do not love driving around town, especially on a tight schedule. My town is full of train tracks and unsynchronized traffic lights and summer construction. My kids are loud and inquisitive. It stresses me out.
No wonder I come home with my stomach in knots.
I prescribed myself some chocolate pudding.