Yesterday we drove home from New York. It’s a shorter drive than it was outbound, as going to Massachusetts requires both going further east and going through NYC in some way (we took the Bronx Expressway, which is always entertaining). But we did it in a single day, departing at about 6:40 in the morning and rolling into our driveway at 8:33 last night. That included three stops for gas/bathrooms/food, so I was pleased with the time we made. And only once did I have to order a child to lay down its head and take a nap before I would need to come back there and EAT IT, so, really, I call the drive a complete success.
I climbed into my own bed by about 9:05 last night, and promptly fell asleep and slept the sleep of the dead for twelve full hours. This morning I am a new woman. Or at least a much less cranky version of the old one.
This trip taught me a lot about my own internal tolerances and needs, and also gave me ample time to do some serious reflection on our priorities for 2009.
So I got up this morning and sat down at the computer and ordered a tub faucet for the master bathroom; we’re been “meaning to do it” ever since buying the house eighteen months ago, and then I saw how much tub faucets cost and came up with 100 excuses about why we didn’t need one. Well, now it’s done, and just thinking about how many nice, long soaks I’ll need to take to justify the cost has made me positively giddy.
2009: The Year of Calm. And pruney toes.