So, I feel like I'm kind of jumping right back in here...
like I haven't been away forever.
And it's not that I don't want to fill in the blanks...it's just that I'm not sure I can...or I'm not sure I need to...or perhaps some combination of the two.
Today, I thought perhaps I'd just tell you what I was thinking about this afternoon and maybe we could just go from there...
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We were heading out on a weekend road trip a few weeks back and we stopped, like we usually do, at the gas station on the way out to fill up with gas, check the tire pressure and pick up the coffees we're too disorganized to make at home before we leave. And as we're pulling out of the station, my husband says to me, "The tires on the passenger side were really low. You should make a point of checking them more often." Which I think must be code for...AT ALL... knowing full well he knows exactly how often I check the tire pressure:: read NEVER.
Still, I make a mental note to add that to the list of "Things To Do Once My Life is Running MUCH More Smoothly".. as it stands it's pretty near the bottom of the list. Now don't get me wrong, it's not that I don't think tire pressure is important. I understand the weight in my tires is very important to the optimum functioning of my vehicle, it's just not something I think about...not weekly or even monthly...just not EVER. Anyway...we continue for a short distance in silence. Me, contemplating the ever-growing list of things on my priority list and where exactly *occasionally check tire pressure* might fit in and him, contemplating I'm sure his next question...
"Can you tell, when they're really low?" he asks. "Like the whole car pulls to one side...can you not feel that when you're driving?"
And I pause for a moment, a mother who spends 90% of her time driving about with children who are either talking, singing or arguing simultaneously while en route to a class or an appointment or an event that we are most definitely running behind for and I look across at him, and I say..."No. No, I don't feel that." And even as the words come tumbling out of my mouth and I realize that I'm not about to instill much confidence in my ability to drive a motor vehicle that carries all he holds most dear, I add... "To be perfectly honest honey, and this might not be something you really want to know, but when I'm driving I just try to keep the car moving in the right direction...in between the lines, preferably of my own lane...at a speed that seems consistent with those around me...and I try not to hit anything. Moving or otherwise."
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Our conversation continued for a short while after that...but that's the part I was thinking about this afternoon when I realized that the way I drive is pretty much the way I've been living my life lately. I'm just focusing my energies on moving forward, trying hard to stay the course, keep pace and avoid any major calamities.
