I wake up at 5:30 A.M. I do not dawdle or dilly-dally or delay. I wake up at 5:30 A.M., and I get to work precisely on time at 8:00 A.M. It takes two and a half hours from wake up to walk in. Every day.
You better believe I have it planned down to the minute. We have no time to spare.
So, this morning I was not happy when traffic on the expressway came to a screeching halt. There was an accident, and we sat, unmoving, for 30 minutes. Just sat. I drank my coffee while the girls listened to the soundtrack from Frozen. Maddie speculated on the cause of the delay (maybe two cars crashed together or maybe a school bus full of papers bumped into a truck or maybe…) I was frustrated. I was antsy. I was annoyed. I was mad.
Then, we drove slowly pass the crashed up cars, the street full of debris, the ambulances with lights swirling overhead. Shocked passengers stood by their wrinkled cars. The scene was not good. As traffic opened up in front of us, I counted my blessings and said a silent prayer. It was a painful reminder of what matters most. Being late for work is a small, small inconvenience.