…little patience, mm yeah, mm yeah
need a little patience, yeah
just a little patience, yeah
some more patience, yeah
need some patience, yeah
could use some patience, yeah
gotta have some patience, yeah
all it takes is patience,
just a little patience
is all you need *

by Guns & Roses

We took a quick roadtrip – up the NJ Turnpike. All the way up to the GW Bridge. From here? It’s about a 4-hour drive without traffic.

Thing is, there is never no traffic.

So it was just me and the boys. While they watched Dumb and Dumberer, I clenched my teeth and tightened my grip on the steering wheel. I don’t know which showed worse judgment; letting them watch that trash or driving in the NY Metro area at rush hour. And unfortunately, it was difficult for me to keep some of the thoughts about my not so polite neighboring drivers from escaping from inside my head. Some words were said. I’m not proud.

It all got me thinking. Why is it that I can’t just be patient? Everyone in those cars had someplace to go. What is the big hurry? Can’t I just hum a nice tune and wait? I have this need to be moving. Constantly moving. It’s a little exhausting, I have to admit.

I am fast. No, not like that. Well, maybe a little. What I mean is that I make fast decisions. I trust my instincts. I get things done quickly. I’m efficient. I can buy a house in a day. I have. I can choose my paint colors in 5 minutes. I have. I like speed. (Though I don’t drive fast.) I like to accomplish a lot in a day. My trainer is always telling me to work out slower. It’s better for your muscles. But I have to work at slowing down. It’s not who I am.

When I was a kid, I broke things a lot because I was so fast. Hasty, some might say. Reactive, others might say. I just think I was extremely productive and there were a few casualties. Shit happens.

But what is it about me that won’t allow me to slow down the pace? To sit quietly and enjoy just sitting. I don’t know. But I can’t. So traffic makes me particularly jumpy.

I decided to get off the NJ Turnpike to avoid the traffic. Great move, brains. I ended up on the Garden State Parkway in traffic. Much better. Yeah, right. Now, I got to go the LONG way in bumper to bumper snail’s pace instead of the SHORTER way in creeping along in the same bumper to bumper pace.

Great move, Sherlock.

So 6 hours later, I got home with the boys.

But it was all worth it to see my kids hang with their wonderful cousins. And to spend time with my sister.

But I have to admit that I’m not going back anytime too soon. I have to forget the pain.

Or learn a little patience.


5 thoughts on “Traffic.

  1. Or have Ilaiy (aka Ghandi) in the passenger seat.

    I got impatient in Chicago this week, ignored my Google Map and took what I thought would be a quicker route. I ended up in total chaos, on roads that ran into a forest, and picked up on the other side somewhere. I could SEE my hotel, I just couldn’t GET to it. I was cussing up a blue streak, while Iliay whistled away, matter-of-factly pointing out, “you’re so upset, Lori!”

    Or, you could put ME in the passenger seat, and I’d pound the dash and hang out the window screaming at people for you.

    (Cute pic!)

  2. GNG – peas in a pod, we are. I’ll check to see if Ilaiy is available for my next trip!

    Zandria – Thanks! They’re all sweet, too 🙂

  3. Amtrak’s a great way to get in and out of NYC, although it probably stops being economical with a family. Last time we went to NYC, we drove to Princteon Junction, parked in the NJ Transit lot, and took the commuter train in. Parking was $4 a day (!!!) and the train was maybe $20 roundtrip. A lot easier than driving into NYC and a lot cheaper than parking in NYC.

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