Carpool Buddies

My carpool buddies this morning.

When Lola found out I am returning to work, she said, “I’m not going to be sad, but I love you and gonna miss you.”

Miss C was more candid.

“Thank God, Mom. I’m tired of worrying about our bills.”

Ha!

Noted

Martin and me in June

 

In the midst of the birthdays here at home, there’s another date on the calendar I observed.

Last week, it was nine months since the miscarriage.

I knew this was coming for two reasons. One, I think all women are born with this innate sense of time and calendars, and I don’t think an experience like that is one that just gets put aside in the memory bank and forgotten. I haven’t dwelled on it, but I took note.

Two, I had my annual doctor’s appointment earlier this month. It was the first time I met my new doctor: the doctor who went through that whole experience with me in December moved away, and I was assigned a new one. This meant reviewing my medical history with him, and acknowledging that there have been four pregnancies, yet three kids.

He was kind and thoughtful, and wanted to know how I was doing about it.

And I could honestly tell him that things are good.

Things are actually pretty amazing.

That blip in December seems like a lifetime ago.

But I would be lying if I said I haven’t wondered what life would look like if things went differently back then. It doesn’t make me sad or anything. It just makes me pause and reflect. And as I’ve connected with others who’ve experienced the same thing, I know I’m not the only one who has noted the passage of time, and wondered, too.

If anything, it makes me simply grateful. Grateful that I have my health, that I have my children, and my husband, all here with me, and we have so many awesome things ahead of us.

And that’s something I note every day. ūüôā

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I’m still in awe with the amount of compassion and kindness that surrounded us during that time. I wrote about it HERE.

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My son was reading up on possible 2016 presidential candidates after picking me up from the subway station. Definitely a child of the DC area.  He is preparing himself for all kinds of political surprises. 

I couldn’t get home fast enough today:¬†Martin made grilled chicken with avocado pineapple salsa for dinner. The damn subway train was so slow.

In other news, it was humid and went¬†up into the 80s today, but I wore¬†a heavy sweater because it is freezing in my office. Happy Wednesday to me. To keep my circulation from freezing in that air conditioning, I¬†raised my computer screens/work station to standing mode because I want to sway all bored-like to¬†the Pet Shop Boys.¬†I have an office with a door! Granted, there’s a window pane coworkers can walk past and look inside, but yeah … I was jamming. No shame.

Related: I identified a random ’80s earworm!!! Meaning: I found it online using the one line I could remember, and added the song to iTunes. It’s the little things. It’s British 80s pop, the song “We’re Only Human After All.” It was stuck in my head all day. I don’t know where I overheard it, but it wasn’t going anywhere.

Anyway, I play the music¬†to help deal with the rage that comes in to the official email and websites.¬†Even though I know it’s just people venting and it’s absolutely nothing personal, I still feel like I should be issued a suit of armour sometimes when reading some of these emails sent to our site/campaign inboxes.

And so it goes.

Ah, Humidity

Walking into the subway car this evening was like stepping into a sweaty sauna room that has NO ventilation. Seriously feels like I can cut the humidity into a cube, it is so dense. Blech!!!

I considered standing the whole way when I saw the first few plastic seats had sweaty butt prints. I remembered, though, I had a newspaper page folded in my purse. I didn’t want to finish the crossword puzzle anyway.

One For the Books

Photo from last month.

This one was for the books: I drove all the way into work today only to be turned around all over south DC as traffic jammed because a gas leak had my building (and others around) evacuated, a Metro stop closed, and about four city blocks shut down due to a natural gas leak.

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Enthusiasm

People say I’m a little enthusiastic, too…

 

I had a call yesterday that was pretty standard business, but I could tell that the person I was talking to really cares about her work, and while she certainly wasn’t overly excited or chatty, her enthusiasm and professionalism just radiated … even through the phone.

It’s always so cool to collaborate with someone like that.

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The Juggle

Jan 17, 5:51 p.m. –¬†Get me home fast, Metro! A very special girl is performing her first cello concert tonight & I can’t be late!!¬†I left work as early as I could. Burning pit in my stomach that I will be even a second late. So far, so good, but oh this fickle DC rush hour!!! Fingers crossed I get there in time!!!

6:53 p.m. – Nine minutes before it starts and I am seven minutes away…..

7:02 p.m. – That moment when you manage to catch your kid’s face as it lights up with joy and relief after she’s searched for it in the crowd … best.feeling.ever.

One For The Books

Miss C driving with Kermit in 2004

I drove myself all the way into the city this morning.

My workspace was recently renovated, and today was the day I got to move back into my office. I had some items to bring from home, so it made sense to just lug everything in the car and pay for the downtown parking versus paying nearly the same price, but paying dearly in pride and convenience lugging everything via public transportation.

So I sat in morning traffic just to get my car into town, and that was that.
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In the City

The U.S. Botanical Gardens lit up for the holidays.

It’s been pretty warm lately.

Warm enough that I left my coat behind at home Tuesday morning, as I’ve done for the past few days now.

Of course, the temperature dipped Tuesday night after a soggy day of drizzling rain.

As I left my office building, I stepped into a soggy, foggy evening with a distinct chill in the air.

But I didn’t mind it because the fog created a haze around all the lights that looked so lovely as I walked.

There was the Capitol Building looming in the distance.

The botanical gardens covered in color inside and out.

The red, yellow, green, and blue lights of traffic signs and security.

And I love the way it sounds when cars drive through water puddles along the curbs. The way the streetlights buzz as you wait on the corner. The hum of the escalators taking passengers down into the subway station.

Don’t get me wrong.

I love my house, our neighbors, and the suburban community that we call home.

But there are also things I love about working in the city, too.

 

Martin and the Morning Commute

 

Donut time! Photo from October.
 

It happened about two months ago. 

I was running late.

And anyone familiar with Washington D.C. traffic knows that running late can start a domino effect regarding one’s morning commute.

Leaving your home just ten minutes later than usual doesn’t mean you’ll slide into your desk ten minutes later. No — getting out your front door ten minutes later than your usual routine can mean you miss a bus or train, and have to wait 20 minutes for the next one … and then there’s a broken-down vehicle in front of the late bus … or a train malfunctions on the subway tracks … or something else happens, and it’s just one delay after the other, and it is totally possible that you slide into your office seat a good hour later than usual just because of a 10-minute delay.

On this particular morning, I had an early meeting to attend and there was no way I was going to get to it on time. I was stressing.

Martin told me to relax.

As he calmly buckled in the younger two children into Amelia the Minivan (as Miss C was already off to school), he explained he would just drive me into the city himself.

“I can just use the HOV (high-occupancy vehicle) lanes, and drop you off right in front of your building,” he said.

And that’s just what he did. I ended up walking into my office earlier than usual because it only took 35 minutes for him to drive me into work. Less than half the time of my usual commute via bus and subway.

It was meant to be just a one-time thing.

But lately, he’s been driving me to work nearly every morning. Sometimes traffic is a mess, so the drive into work stretches to 45 minutes. Still, far less time than the bus/subway route. And every now and then, we get an early start before Miss C needs to be at school, and the five of us head to the local donut shop with all three children and get breakfast and coffee.

When on the road, we talk. Sometimes all four of us. Usually, just Martin and me while the kids play with books or watch a DVD. Not every day is cheerful, but this is time we have together so we make the most of it. It’s much better than commuting by myself with strangers, which actually costs more, too.

I am spoiled on this, I know.

I don’t know a lot of people who would willingly drive their loved one into one of the busiest cities in the country during the tail-end of rush hour traffic just to turn right around and drive back home (or off to run errands, as Martin usually does.)

It’s going to be an adjustment when he leaves for basic training, and I have to go back to using the bus and subway again. Of course, our routine is going to change a bit, for all of us.

I will definitely miss this.

But eventually he’ll be back.

And eventually, just maybe, there will be a morning where I’ll be running late again.