I’ve got a lovely fire going in my office fireplace right now. It’s making this rainy Friday feel nice and cozy. This is definitely improving my mood over how I spent much of the past two hours.
Since the move we have been driving both older boys to school. There are safety reasons (waiting in the dark on a busy street corner just strikes me as a bad idea) and it’s also helping that the 12-year-old scores another 30 minutes of sleep on weekdays. He had been waking up early when he shared a room with the 14-year-old (who has to get up earlier), which is why it made sense for him to just grab the bus that came to our driveway. But now that all of those morning routines have changed, he is sleeping longer and we are driving.
My husband was gone the past few days so I have been doing both runs (our nanny came early, though theoretically I could have taken the baby with me and left the 12-year-old in charge of the sleeping 10- and 7-year olds for the first run). The past two mornings have been very rainy, which means more families opt to drive, in addition to there often being traffic tie-ups on I-76, which leads to more commuters taking the main backroads through this area. The traffic around the high school and middle school has been…wow. This morning the middle school in particular was terrible. We left at 7:51 for what should be an 8-minute drive. School starts at 8:15. I didn’t wind up dropping my kid off until 8:19.
So there was a lot of time in the car this morning. But at least the time when the boys themselves are in the car, it’s forced one-on-one time. We have been having some good discussions. We’ve talked driving safety. The ethics of the Olympics. Next year’s course selections. So I’m trying to view the irritating drive through that lens. It was still rainy and cold and miserable but at least I had two thoughtful young gentlemen along for the rides!
In other news: I am most of the way through reading A Comedy of Errors in my Shakespeare reading project. I have to say, it is not my favorite. I don’t like false accusation stories, and of course one of the major plot points of any mistaken identity comedy is going to be that the other person did something that you’re now accusing the first person of… But just a few more days of wading through that and then I’m on to more tragedy.
My running life has been in absolute tatters. I have somehow not managed to get going on this (our treadmill didn’t make the move…the movers could not get it out, so we’re trying to solve that problem now). I could run outside but it’s been snowy and rainy. So I go for a 20-30 minute walk every afternoon and go up and down the stairs with boxes and at least it is something, but I really need to get back in the habit.
I spent two hours yesterday finally unpacking the boxes in my closet. I was stuffing all my exercise clothes in one drawer when I realized…wait! I’m no longer sharing a closet with my husband. I can use lots of drawers! So now I have a separate drawer for sports bras + cold weather layers, then another for exercise pants, and another for running shirts. Too bad I’m not actually using any of them right now!
I tried freezing my Thin Mints, as suggested by numerous commenters yesterday. They are fine. They taste like cold Thin Mints.