On any given day, I have about a million thoughts running through my head during my commute to and from work or when I’m out running errands. Whether I’m cruising along, speeding (which happens more often than not), or in traffic staring at hundreds of red brake lights, I’m always thinking about the following things…
- The number of adults who pick their nose.
I find that the number of adults that I see 2 knuckles deep in their noses is disgusting. I thought that picking your nose (without a tissue) was something people stopped doing when they were old enough to know what a booger was. I guess I’m mistaken because every single day, I see at least one person digging for gold during their commute. If you’re one of these people… sorry if I’ve offended you, but just know: WE SEE YOU.
- Why are there so many damn cups in my car?
When I leave for work in the morning, I usually have two cups. My coffee, because I can’t start my morning without at least one cup, and my Yeti, because I’m always trying to increase the amount of water I drink. Between leaving for work and coming home, my hands are usually full, so I leave a cup (usually my water bottle) in the car. Then, I forget about said water bottle and when morning comes and I am headed out the door, I think to myself, “I’ll bring them all in when I get home.” Which never happens. So, by the end of the week, I’m bringing in Yeti’s, a Tervis, plastic water bottles, etc., and then it all starts all over again on Monday. At least I know I’ll always be hydrated… right?
- I really have to pee.
A problem I’ve encountered (probably because I drink too much coffee or have too many damn water bottles) is that I always have to pee. I’m not really a fan of using public restrooms, so I tend to wait until I get home. I also have this thing where I don’t have to pee when I’m leaving home, but as soon as I pull out of my parking lot, I have to go, but I decide it’s too late and just hold it. It’s not very logical, but I’ve never said I was a very logical woman.
- Lesson plans I don’t really want to create.
Making lesson plans are the worst. I don’t really write them out as often as I used to, but when I have to think about how to help students with their research papers, or how to cite sources, I need to write those ideas down because my memory is awful. I’m always thinking to myself whether or not the students are going to understand where I’m coming from or what visuals I can use to help them. If you see me out driving and my eyes are glazed over, chances are, I’m thinking about school.
- If I get home early, what are the chances of me taking a nap?
Naps are hands-down the best part of being an adult and my commutes are often consumed by the best odds of being able to nap. Getting the opportunity to snuggle on the couch with my dog, Sophia, or laying in my bed surrounded by pillows mid-afternoon are moments that make my life complete. During the week, I rarely take naps because I have an awful time falling asleep at night, but when I do, I can’t help but fall asleep with a smile on my face.
- Food (More like how often I’ve had Chipotle that week).
Every day, on my way home from work, I pass Chipotle. Anyone who knows me, knows that I could probably have something from there every day of the week. I am not ashamed to say that before I moved, I think the workers at my old Chipotle knew me by name because I ordered there so much. I typically don’t eat breakfast and I’m usually working through lunch, so by the time it’s time to get home, I’m salivating at the idea of a burrito bowl. It’s sad, but I own it. Hello, my name is Rikki and I’m addicted to Chipotle.
- If i can’t take a nap, how early can I go to bed tonight?
Sleeping. It’s the first thing I think about when I wake up, the last thing that pops into my head before I nod off and a thought that’s always in my head when I’m driving (I swear, I’ve never fallen asleep on the road). Going to bed early ensures that I’m not grouchy when I wake up in the morning, and if I’m not grouchy when I wake up in the morning, I’m more excited to teach. When I’m more excited to teach, I feel like my students are more excited to learn… and so on and so forth. Needless to say, sleeping consumes my brain, so if you ever see me and I’m grouchy, which I am 9 time of out 10, hand me a pillow and a blanket and I’ll love you forever.
- This is my jaaaaaaaam.
Music makes my life complete, so the first thing I do when I get in the car is connect my phone to Apple Car Play (thanks, Chevy). I’m a firm believer that a song can make or break the beginning or end of your day, so I have to find the right song before I can pull out of the driveway. I don’t care what time it is, I’m always jamming in the car, especially by myself. I’m always singing along or trying to break it down while sitting behind the wheel. My favorite jams right now are: Bruno Mars, Drake and Alessia Cara.
- I wonder if that person just saw me breaking it down?
That awkward moment when you’re coming to a stop light and the person next to you sees your breaking it down in the car… This happens to me on a daily basis. Most of the time I try to stop dancing before the person next to me actually sees me, but when I’m in the middle of a groove, sometimes I can’t stop. My favorite car dance moves include the robot, the on-beat head bob and anything involving shoulders.
- Why are the worst drivers always in front of me?
My last recurring thought while driving. Why are all of the worst drivers in Cincinnati driving RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME!? I always seem to be stuck behind someone driving 10 below the speed limit, someone who can’t use their turn signal or someone who can’t stay in their own lane. The moment I get over, they either get over in front of me or the person I am now behind can’t drive either. Why is it so hard to adhere by the driving laws created by the state of Ohio? Nothing pisses me off worse than a bad driver. I’m not the best, but damn, get it together, people!
What are some of the thoughts you have while driving? Are any of them similar to mine? I can’t wait to hear what you guys say! Thanks for reading.