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


