Family Circus

No one can drive us crazy unless we give them the keys. - Doug Horton


Hurry up...WAIT. Hurry up...WAIT.

That is what traffic in DFW is like: gas, brake...gas, brake...gas, brake. Why does it seem that the whole world is in such a dadgum hurry? With or without turn signals, inconsiderate drivers wedge into the smallest breaks in traffic, even when the driver has known for the last 1/2 mile that their lane was merging with the next one. That's just 'rush hour'. Then there is the perpetual reconstruction of our expressways, highways and interstates. I know that even as one major project finally ends on our roads, another one begins, and the traffic jams simply rotate to another area of Dallas. TXDOT has to keep hiring because there is always a new major road to repair. Guess there is a high turnover rate in Road Repairs.

I am grateful that I deal with traffic on my terms. I am blessed to stay home with my daughters and have a relatively flexible schedule. I get to choose the hour at which I travel across the metroplex, thus avoiding traffic. I deliberately shop at Wal-Mart after my girls are tucked in bed in the evening, leaving DH on Snore Patrol, simply so I can be unrushed and kind to the other shoppers. I just get a happy feeling when I say, "You go ahead. I've got all the time in the world." Strangers don't know that the very shopping trip I'm on is the very first time in days that I've been out without my three daughters. Since my accident two years ago, I am never in a hurry. When I find myself rushing my kids to get them out the door, or find myself double-checking the speed limit signs on my neighborhood streets, I remind myself of this fact: No one is going to die or lose their job because I'm not there early.


Erin: 31, Emcee. Witty redhead, handy with a whip.

DH: 30, Strong Man. Comedian, defender of virtue.

Halie: 7, Chimpanzee. Pulls teeth, loves bananas.

Catie: 5, Leaping Lemur. Gentle and cuddly, loves grapes.

Rosie: 2, Cappuccin. Flings poo, loves carrots.

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