You want a dose of real life as a father?
I left my house this morning at 5:54am, traffic was ridiculous as normal because Tuesday, (for whatever reason) is the day that most drivers on I-95 decide to take a vacation from their brains and drive especially worse than any other day of the week. I worked a full day, which was generally busy and being pulled in multiple directions. I did not accomplish anything I wanted or needed to get done, had a late training session from 5pm – 6:30pm, and then headed out.
Back on I-95, the roadway sign says, “Traffic ahead, snow removal – 2 right lanes closed, Exit 74”, so I naturally try to make it to the left lanes – which is directly contrary to popular decision-making skills while driving through Maryland on most Tuesdays. Let’s continue to be oblivious to everyone and anyone outside of our 3-foot circle around my cell phone, which most drivers had in their hands texting and not paying attention.
I slam on my brakes and come to a complete stop. Now that there are 2 lanes closed and 1 plow working on the shoulder, we as a collective group of commuters decide to stop and watch the incredibly boring and un-fascinating mystery of pushing snow a whopping 12 feet from the shoulder of I-95 to the barrier of I-95. I progress at a brisk 7 mph for the next 5 miles, with accounting for the occasional full stop, you guessed it – takes roughly 35 minutes.
I make it home after 8pm, wolf down some dinner, and then spend then next 42 minutes searching for a Lego that HAS to be found before any 7-year olds go to sleep. While brushing teeth and getting PJ’s on, I am able to locate said Lego in brothers room, which was attached to a self-made space ship that I know for a fact will cause World War III tomorrow morning for my wife when the young son sees I stole one Lego off of spaceship – life is hard. Oh well, I will be at work – good luck honey.
I am able to get the 7-year old into bed, after much jubilation in regards to finding the missing Lego, and as I walk out of his room, he calls out and says, “Daddy, I am so proud to be your son”.
Talk about being proud – it doesn’t get better than that.