Today, the hour between when I left work and when I went to our home group meeting was a bit stressful.
A few years ago, on a dark and rainy night in 2000, I was driving my car down I-35E just north of Dallas.* When I was approaching Flowermound, I got off the interstate onto the service road. I drove up to the stoplight and took a left to go across the bridge over the interstate and head to the house where we were staying.
Well, soon after turning, I realized that all the other cars on the bridge were head in the opposite direction. I had turned the wrong way down a one way road. To correct the situation, I sped up (bad idea) and went to make a left turn onto the service road on the opposite side of the interstate. As I made my turn, another car came up the hill on the service road, and let's just say we made a connection. Since that night, I experience low level anxiety when driving at dark in the rain.
So, tonight when I left work it was lightly raining and dark. I went to day care and picked up Palmer. Then, we headed for home. Now, you should know that I drive a 1991 Acura Integra. I'm sure that when my car was new the defrost worked great, but let's be honest, 1991 was a long time ago. So, I'm driving home in the dark, in the rain, and I can only see out of a very small, fog-free area on my windshield. Palmer was trying his best to help navigate by screaming his head off in the back seat. On a scale from 1 to shoot-myself-in-the-face, my ride home scored about a 17.
When I got home, I was informed that the internet was not working. This may seem minor, but my wife works from home and relies on the internet to do her job. Also, our phone is VOIP. So, no internet means no phone. I decided to fix the problem, which meant I would restart the cable modem and/or the routers. That led to frustration because I have placed my modem and routers in a tight spot in the nook over our fireplace behind our TV. Yes, I do know, this maybe the worst possible place in my house broadcast a wireless signal from.
This is getting longer than expected. Bear with me. I'll wrap it up soon.
So, I get the internet fixed. Meanwhile Kim has made dinner. She and Palmer are at the table. He's not eating the way he should. (Looking back I think he was fine, but I was already stressed out.) The time is 7PM and we are supposed to be at our home group meeting at 7PM. This adds a little more stress.
Finally, we get ready to leave. I have changed into a t-shirt from high school that has been washed a thousand times and it the most comfortable shirt I own. I added my favorite article clothing, an old ratty hoodie and I put on the most comfortable shorts I own. This helped a little, then I realized that my faced itched because I need to shave, my nose hurts because I am being forced to go without contacts for a week and that I need a haircut. All things that I normally notice, but tonight they were frustrating me.
When we get to
the Smith's, we have a ton of people there and it is loud and I can't stand it. I'm about to explode.
I happened to have my laptop with me because I was teaching tonight and I had some headphones in my pockets. Just what I needed to escape. I found a seat on the floor. I pulled out my headphones. Put them on and plugged them in. Then, I jacked up the volume on my 1998 hip-hop.
Minutes later the story unfolded as told in the
previous post.
* If you are not familiar with this area, you should know that they don't have exits on the interstate. When you get near the crossroad you want to turn onto, you merge from the interstate onto a service road. Then, you take the service road up to the street you want to turn on and make your turn. In theory, you could simply drive down the service road and avoid getting on the interstate completely. There are stores and whatnot on the service road, too.
Labels: home group, stress