A commuting mommy’s horror story

traffic jam

A typical morning commute

After I drop Hugo off at school around 7:35 in the morning, it takes between 40 minutes and an hour to get to work in rush hour traffic. Some days are worse than others. One morning last week, Hugo made a few grumbles about going to school but was in good spirits and happy to see his friend when I dropped him off.

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Greetings from Asbury Park

We're facing the beach

We’re facing the beach

Last week I started a new job with a sizable commute, and celebrated my birthday off and on for a few days. I admit I’m still adjusting and I’m feeling pretty tired. I miss blogging enough to whip out this post instead of jumping in the shower (no more morning showers).

We went to Asbury Park this weekend two days in a row trying to get seated at an unforgettable pizza place. This photo shows us eating fries for dinner after getting shut out of the place on Saturday.  There was a kid playing some decent drums on the boardwalk and Hugo and his friend broke out into dance. This is an Instagram video so I have no idea if it will embed.

Dancing on the boardwalk

I miss everyone! I’m just holding it together and collecting energy in a bucket so I can be myself again soon. If you don’t already, follow me on Twitter where I don’t have to be so coherent. The job’s great, by the way, and Hugo is doing great. He hasn’t complained at all about his extended school hours, in fact he seems to look forward to it more than ever.

Ready to work

You're a firework

You’re a firework

While we were on vacation a couple of weeks ago, I got a call telling me I’d gotten a great contract job, right at the eleventh hour. I am very excited about the job but it’s farther from home than I’ve ever commuted before and I have been battling anxiety about what life will be like for Hugo.

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