There are some commutes that are good. Some that aren’t too bad. And sometimes there are bad ones. But a few times a year you get a commute so horrible that at some point during your drive you begin to question whether you will ever see your home again. Today was one of those days.

Tim and I both had horrible commutes. I got home around 7:30 and Tim got home around 8. I should note that I left work around 5:30 and Tim left work before 4pm. Two out of three kids fell asleep after Tim picked them up, only to be woken up for a late dinner of drive thru food, and then straight to bed.