I’d forgotten how much I hate driving.
Not driving per se, but the dumb drivers all around who don’t pay attention, yap on their phones, text on the interstate, drive ten miles below the speed limit in the left lane next to someone else driving ten miles below the speed limit in the right lane, and…oh, never mind.
I just hate having to be on the road. Our last year in Fort Wayne, I had to take Derek to school, then head downtown to work and then back. That drive drove me crazy until I discovered books on tape, and suddenly I was so absorbed in chick lit that I barely noticed what was happening around me.
In Knoxville, we purposely bought a house a mile from First Lutheran so Derek could come home for lunch and we wouldn’t waste huge parts of our day burning gas. And now I’m on Alcoa Highway (aka “I’ll kill ya Highway”) every day taking the kids back and forth to school, and the road rage is mounting, and I’ve got to stop yelling at drivers and speeding because my kids are picking up on it. Books on tape are out because Sophia hates radio noise in the car.
Our countdown is 4 weeks. I’m sad that our time at First Lutheran School is coming to an end, but all those hours back in my day, the anger evaporated, and time to make decent meals will be worth it.
Meanwhile, if you happen to notice a van or small SUV with a “Visit the Lutheran Church Near You” front license plate careening around you with the driver mouthing something angry, just pretend you didn’t see it, and know that not all Lutherans are as bad on the road as I am. Is this what Luther meant by “Sin boldly?” I’m guessing not.