Last night I had a meeting across town after work. As usual, I got the time wrong and was late.

As I was driving back, there was a brief moment when I thought to myself, I miss commuting.

And then I pulled over got out and punched myself in the face.

(okay, not really)

But seriously? I hated commuting! Hated it! Like little kid hated it! So why did I think that?

The light was sort of slanty and there was no traffic and I had the windows down. It was a pleasant drive.

So let's leave it at that.

Something can be pleasant without having to miss it, right?

This post would probably be a wee bit more interesting had I not been so preoccupied with our new section that launched on BlogHer today -- BlogHerMoms! Led by my friend, colleague and Sleep Is for the Weak foreward writer Stacy Morrison. So please excuse my lack of clarity -- I thought about not posting at all because that commuting post could've been good had I a brain cell left in my head. But I'm working on forgiving myself for not being perfect, so there you have it.