So I made it to my kids’ track meet. 45 minutes late this time.

It’s been a long couple weeks to begin with but my goodness I struggled to get here. Struggled to get out the door. Had to get gas. Drove faster than my comfort zone to get here. Don’t know where I’m going. Then I meet a train. Then I’m lost. Then there’s nowhere to park.

There’s no one here I know. Usually I have to toddler to be responsible for. Not here tonight.

I’m sitting alone and it’s 40 and windy and I’m so out of my happy place.

Positives. Positives. I have to find them.

First-I’m here.

Yeah, that’s all I got.

The train. (You know Siri said I was only a minute away. She was so wrong.)

I think my kid is somewhere in that group of boys in blue