I know they're a lovely crew, but sometimes (Once a month like clockwork.) I forget how blessed I am and decide I want to run away from home.
So yesterday, as I drove aimlessly around Medford, Oregon, trying to decide where I should run away to while crying and feeling shamelessly sorry for myself, I heard the honk of another car slowly passing by.
It was a friend of mine.
Turns out she was driving aimlessly around Medford, Oregon as well, trying to kill time because she didn't want to go home either.
She said she had just the cure for me and drove me to Mellelo's for an iced, single-shot, decaf Mexican Mocha. She talked, she listened and she shared her own mothering struggles with me (which really, aren't all that different than my own.)
And then she pulled up next to my car and reminded me of why I had to go home.
So I sat in my car with my head pressed hard up aginst my steering wheel for a few minutes and then I put my key in the ignition and drove home.
Where I belong.