Pink's Life 03022006

To quote the judges from a certain Monty Python sketch... "I've had such a bitch of a morning in the High Court..."

Last night, C was in the living room watching "American Idol" while I had Marcus in the bedroom, reading him a story and giving him his bottle so he could go to sleep. He kept pushing the bottle away at times, and was just cranky as all hell. We gave him some anti-gas stuff, and that calmed him down a bit. He took some more bottle, and ended up falling asleep in my arms just before a Monty Python retrospective started on TV.
Me, I've been having troubles of my own with sleeping, either falling asleep or staying asleep. Maybe I should talk with my doc about Ambien or something to that effect.
So at one point, Marcus wakes up during the night. Usually we just put the pacifier back in his mouth and he'll flop over. Not last night. So I changed him, and we took him into our bed. C snugged up with him and he slept.
0500 rolls around, and the alarm goes off. Marcus stirs crankily, and C gets herself going so she can hit the gym early. (It's a new thing she's doing -- Tuesdays and Thursdays she'll get up at 0500, hit the gym, shower there, then come back and pick up Marcus on the way to school, since those are the days that he is cared for by another person, not Mom.) I bring Marcus with me to the couch, and hold him while he fights sleeping but succumbs to it anyway. Colleen comes back, we get him ready, and off they go.

So now that brings me to the rest of my morning. I had heard that there was a truck fire on 495N at the 119 exit (great, that's the exit I take to get to work). The right lane would be closed for road repairs, since the fire damaged the road. I figured on getting off at the exit before that, Rt 2A, and going through Littleton Common. Nope, I hit the backup a few exits before that, a mile from the Rt 111 Boxboro exit. I get off at that one, drive 111 through Boxboro into Acton, and turn up the road where Idylwilde Farms is. (I stopped there to grab some of the best OJ on the planet and a chocolate milk.) I stayed on that road because I knew it went into Littleton. I kept driving along, thinking, "Where the f--- am I?" Finally I come out on a familiar intersection, and make it into work. I saw the scorched truck from the bridge that takes 119 over 495. Yep, right at the exit, basically. Traffic was mobbed to that point.
So I made it in 10 minutes late. Oh well, couldn't be helped.