It's Ironic, Really....

When the hubby and I got married (going on 18 years ago), I had never moved away from family and friends. True, I moved once in 5th grade to the country, but not all that far. Seven months after I got married (and being 4 months pregnant) the hubby got a promotion along with a transfer and we moved to Iowa. The poor guy would work 2 weeks on A shift the 2 weeks on B shift. It didn't matter when he worked, if I needed to go to the grocery store or run errands, I'd wake him up and make him take me. Eight months later, we moved to the state of Washington. Again, I wanted him to drive me around. He finally told me I needed to start driving myself so I could figure things out (which was a good thing, since he worked nights and I worked during the day). Many years later, I thought of this. Sunday, the hubby was out of town and Teen #2 had a volleyball tournament. It was in Aurora, which is about 90 some miles south of here. I printed out the directions from mapquest and headed out at 6 a.m. Sunday morning. As I'm driving, and Teen #2 is sleeping, I thought to myself, it's just ironic, 17 years ago I'd have totally panicked and wouldn't know what to do. Today I just drive....I have to. It's part of my "mom duties" and part of my life. I guess you could say I've grown up a little bit!