Y’all…
Let me just go ahead and say it the way my soul felt it:
That drive to Kentucky in the middle of a methotrexate hangover was straight-up h-e-double-hockey-sticks.
Not “oh I’m a little tired”…
Not “I could use a nap”…
No ma’am.
I’m talking nauseous, head pounding, body dragging, why did I think this was a good idea kind of ride.
And yet—there we were.
Snacks packed. Kids loaded. Playlist going. Determination level somewhere between “we got this” and “Lord take the wheel.”
The Reality of That Drive
Somewhere around hour…honestly who even knows…time lost all meaning…
I hit that point where:
- You’re tired but can’t sleep
- Your head hurts but you can’t escape it
- And your body is just like, “Girl…what are we doing??”
And let’s not even talk about those moments where you zone out and suddenly you’re miles down the road like…
“Wait…how did I get here?”
Yeah. That.
Not my finest moment. Not my safest feeling either.
But we pushed through, one mile, one sip of caffeine, one deep breath at a time.
And I did finally have to turn over the wheel in the last 3 hours.
BUT… We Made It
And let me tell you something…
Pulling into Kentucky?
Instant mood shift.
It’s like your body is still screaming,
your head is still pounding,
but your heart is like—
“My Old Kentucky Home…”
We’ve been here just under an hour, and I am this close to crawling into bed and not moving for 12–16 business hours.
BUT…
We all know how that goes.
If I go to sleep right now?
👉 I’ll sleep all day
👉 Be wide awake at 2am
👉 And my whole schedule will be wrecked worse than I-75 traffic
So here I am… fighting sleep like it owes me money.
Now We Pray for One Thing…
Kentucky weather…
Don’t do me dirty.
Because if we just drove all this way—through nausea, exhaustion, and pure stubbornness—just to sit inside and listen to rain hit the roof the whole time???
I’m gonna need a refund. From somebody. Anybody. Even Mother Nature herself.
I want:
- Fresh air
- Family time
- Maybe a little sunshine (we can dream, right?)
- And zero “stuck in the house going stir crazy” moments
Final Thoughts from One Tired Mama
This trip?
Was not glamorous.
Was not easy.
Was not “look at me thriving” content.
But it was real.
And sometimes that’s what this life is—
pushing through the hard, the messy, the uncomfortable…
…just to get to the place that feels like home.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m about to:
👉 Fight sleep
👉 Sip something caffeinated
👉 And pray the rain clouds mind their business
Because Simply Sina did NOT survive that drive just to sit inside all week 😅
