Bus Detours

I started out the day catching the bus to go to the gym. I made sure I gave myself plenty of cushion so I would make it in time but unbeknownst to me the bus schedule changed today. My express bus is now 7 minutes earlier than I thought it was. It was another day of running to catch the bus. I was being a good student and doing my reading for class, so I didn't even realize that the bus now takes a new street, 3 blocks farther away than it used to be because the street they normally run on is under construction, for the next 9 months. Awesome. The good thing is that the bus actually drops me off closer to work than it used to, and it's faster. The bad news, the buses were running 30 minutes behind schedule at the end of the day and I have to catch it 3 train stops away. I was hoping to catch the 5:48 bus, but inadvertently caught the 5:08 bus because they were so behind schedule. The buses are on detour downtown and right by my house so I didn't even know where it would drop me off once I made it to my neighborhood. I hate when the buses go right by my street, but don't stop because there isn't a scheduled stop. A couple times I've convinced drivers to stop, but then I get a lecture so I try not to do it as often.

While I was walking the extra block home I started thinking about when I was in college and left work everyday promptly at 5pm and was home at the same time everyday. I always beat Adam home, so I would start dinner and usually was just finishing by the time he got home. Oh the days of having a job that I just showed up to and didn't really care about. I can't help but wonder how happy/unhappy I would be if I still worked there. Now I get the work guilt if I leave on time. I feel like I should be working all the time. I physically can't, but feel like I need to be.

I was catching up on some friends blogs, it wasn't until after my third "mom blog" when I was reading a facebook baby announcement that it hit me, my friends are having babies. I somehow missed (or maybe its yet to come) the surge of weddings I hear everyone else dealing with. It seems that my few married friends are already at the baby stage. Of course right after I realized this I was talking to my mom who asked if I was checking someone else's baby blog. Doh.

Okay time for homework. Tear.