Drive your husband to work day. At 6am.

"My car won't start."  *Disgusted tone*


Those are the words that woke me a few minutes before 6am. I know that's not early for most of you. It might even be late for a few of you. For me, it's early. Too early. Especially since I barely slept last night.  So what do you do when your husband walks in the room, announces that his car won't start, and you know that he needs to go to work while you have things to do later that day? You get dressed, wake up the kids, and drive your husband to work. In silence. Because everyone (except said husband) is half asleep and you might been the teensiest bit irritated that he didn't try to get the car fixed the day before.

So we're driving dad to work. The kids are in pjs. There is NO traffic because everyone else knows that there's something wrong with being up so early on a Saturday.  Even the scary section we have to drive through is completely safe and empty. It's that magical time between late night criminal activity and early morning, legal productivity.

We get to the security gate, and I give the guy my ID. A guy that looks like he could kill me in 6 different ways just by reaching through my window.  He looks at me. He looks at my ID card. He holds my card up. He looks at me again. He looks at the card again. At this point, I want to say, "Yes, I know that card has a picture of a lovely women with straight hair, makeup, and a smile. I AM that same person with crazy hair, no makeup, and definitely no smile." Don't judge me on the no smile part.  He decides to let us through, and my poor husband knows that he will be the topic of conversation later. He'll be the guy who's wife and kids took him to work.

And that's it. We dropped Mr. Inc off at work and came home. The kids are playing, and I am tired. Happy Saturday.

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