Traffic, heat, and pizza

I have a commute that lasts close to an hour.  I don't usually mind.  There's a great morning show on the radio that I wouldn't miss for the world.  I can check my voicemail, touch base with Kevin (long gone when I wake up) and reflect on things.  It's not usually an issue.  Until today.

There was an accident on an "under construction" stretch of I-70 on the way home today.  I heard about it too late.  I was in the inside lane, and it took 4 miles (20 minutes) to make my way to the right lane.  I exited to find that all alternate routes were backed up.  Everyone had the same idea that I had.  My van slowly loses coolant, so I had to watch the temp gauge closely, but all was good.  All was good except for taking 1 1/2 hours to get home.  Ick.

Why do people feel it will get them home sooner if they honk, flash their lights, and flip folks the bird?  Why do folks think they'll get home quicker if they refuse to let ANYONE into a line of traffic?  Why do folks get so upset, screaming and yelling at nobody in particular?  You know what?  Turn on some good tunes, sit back, watch your temp gauge, and relax.  The person in the smashed car, or on their way to the hospital, has it worse than you do....trust me.  Just chill, people.  It was close to 100 degrees today, and tempers were out there.  Gawd, it was hot today.

Kevin bought frozen pizza for us, and Lunchables for the girls (their favorite) tonight, so dinner was a non-issue.  It was nice to relax.  I watched Brat Camp on TV.  I like watching that kind of thing with the girls.  It's like Nanny 911...tell them that I'm thankful that they don't need that treatment.  It's good they're not spoiled.  It's good they have to work for what they get.  They agree, and are generally appalled at the behavior of spoiled brats.

I think I'll have a party a week from Saturday.  There are lots of people at work that want to see my house, and I want them to see it!  Kevin as agreed, so we'll plan on it.  Done deal.  Planned.  If ya wanna take a trip to KC next weekend, head on over.  I'll feed ya good!

Brett wants to stay home after his next visit, a week from Saturday.  I'm elated.  I'm so glad he would rather be here.  I'm absolutely beside myself.  His dad called Friday night (while B was here) and simply UNLOADED about stuff.  Yes, Jerry, I know.  I've been telling you this stuff for 13 years.  He's lazy and unmotivated.  Yup, I know.  He's unwilling to take an active role in his own future.  Yes, Jerry, he's a mooch.  Know what?  He's 16.  16 year olds are lazy and unmotivated.  He doesn't drink or do drugs.  He doesn't miss curfew.  He doesn't get violent or mouthy.  He does what is asked of him...no more, but no less.  I can't wait for him to be home.

Yeah, life rocks.  My family will, once again, be intact in less than 2 weeks.  Get them all here with me, and watch me smile!  They all belong here.  Brett included.  I only have him for 2 more years with him, and I don't want those years cut short.  Come on home, Bubba.  Come on home.