Getting Lost, with a capital “L” was the theme for last week. I, apparently, have a horrible sense of direction and that has become even more clear than it already was last week. I haven’t gotten lost on the way to drop off the kids and to go to work because I have a checklist of my step-by-step moves. Coming home is another story.
I got lost every day the first week living in Dallas. Well, lost may not be the most accurate term. I’ve been getting turned around. There hasn’t been a time when I didn’t know what street I was on or where I was in general, but there were many many times when I was going the wrong direction or stuck behind 80 jillion other vehicles and then missing my turn. It has been so incredibly frustrating because I have been late picking up the kids pretty much every day that we’ve lived in DFW. It is the worst feeling to be going against the clock and not knowing exactly where you are. The worst.
Hopefully I’ll get better the longer we’re here, it’s only been a week. But I’m tired of frustrated tears on the way home (from me, the kids are fine). Send the sense-of-direction gods my way, would you?