Driving

Did you ever notice how theraputic a drive can be? I mean one with the windows rolled down and the music turned way up. It reminds me of simpler times. Times where I would go out on a whim just for a drive because I could. These days drives like this take timing, planning. I was talking to a good friend today about how life was so much simpler before having kids. Running to the grocery store took minutes not hours, running out for a bite to eat did not involve remembering to pack an extra change of clothes or something entertaining. These days everything involves stratigic planning. If I want to run to the store I have to remember to have my daughter empty her bladder before getting in the car. I have to make sure that she's eaten a meal so as not to beg for McDonald's on the way home. And, if I want to make one of these "quick" trips alone I have to make sure the hubby is home ( and awake) before I can manuver out the door. Even this involves quick thinking and excuses. My daughter wants to be with me all the time, so on the rare occasion that I do get to go by myself I have to figure out where the nearest escape routes are. But, I also thought about how these little "inconviences" are also a bit fun. I enjoy strolling through Target with Cheyenne in toe. She is so curious about everything around her. Even something as simple as "sale" signs are of interest to her. I get a kick out of her eagerness to help me. " Mom, can I pick out the syrup?" I enjoy answering her "silly" questions: "mom, why is that man riding his bike?" or "Mom, what does that sign say?" I even get a tinge of excitement when she does tug at my leg staring up at me with puppy dog eyes "Mom why are you leaving?" It makes me feel needed, special even. I love even more the " MOMMY" when I stroll into the house after one of my outings. Cheyenne acts as if I've been gone years, not hours. So, when I crave the life of old, I think I'll jsut go for a drive.