On Thursday nights I take my son to practice. It is too far away for me to travel back home after dropping him off. There is also the added stress of some weeks they need to be taken to another location to run track. So I sit. Now that it is finally getting to 90 degrees in Colorado Springs, I was baking in the car. I have leather seats which just make it worse. I was sweaty from head to toe. I felt so gross and nasty. Three hours of marinating in my own sweat just put me in a foul mood.
I was pleased to be greeted by a happy, chatty child at the end of the practice.
It's the little things, right?