Now, I have a tendency to get lost, and TH knows this, so Saturday night we went looking for Pete's house. The road was easy to find, but the house was a whole different story. The house number turned out not to be on the house but on the oddly placed mailbox, making it hard to see from the street. I'm glad TH took me to find the place because as upset as I was, I'm not sure that in the stress of looking for the house, and being stressed about the meeting that I wouldn't have just turned around and headed home.
I get in the car confident on knowing how to get there, but anything but confident that it would all be ok once I was there. As I drive, my nervousness expands to fill the car, in desperation I turn on some music and crank it up. That did help to pull my mind off the hamster wheel it had been spinning on all day. Sigh...thats a bit better. The one thing that I didn't want to have happen was to show up with tear tracks on my face, and yeah I was in that level of melt down. One little dust mote landing wrongly would have pushed me over the edge into tear town, something I really really didn't want to do.