i recently learned that driving from NC to MD is the worst drive in america. i don't have empirical evidence of that, but the anecdotal evidence i personally collected in the last 2 days is irrefutable.
i drove to college park, md, to pick up kyra from her week in washington at the national young leaders conference (where she learned many things and had a great time, except in her hotel room alone at night...poor thing), planning to drive out thursday, spend the night with meg in a hotel, and drive home with both girls friday. our arrival thursday was 2 full hours later than intended due to traffic. mind numbing traffic. rage inducing traffic, sometimes for construction, sometimes for no reason at all. at one point, i literally travelled 2 miles in 40 minutes. by the time we got to our hotel, i was dreading driving home.
rightly so, apparently. same thing on the way back. except with two wild girls in the back who had missed each other and were demonstrating it in the way girls do... loud giggling and backseat wildness. which i tried to embrace, because i'm glad my girls love each other. but by the time we got home, finally, i was ready for a little tlc from my husband - i needed a break! and i arrived home, miserable, to this text message:
"almost home. have to stop at urgent care. sprained my ankle."
damn. now who am i going to send to bring me snacks while i lay on the couch?