driving me nuts

I spent a couple of hours this afternoon at Spring's train station helping him do paperwork... Well maybe helps not the right word, more watch and say he isn't quick enough. Poor man. It was ok though, different. It's rare we get time completely alone. There's always some child around the corner somewhere. Of course the kids.. All three of them are important but I think my mother earth instinct went when Danz reached 10. Probably earlier as she was such an independent child. She tied her own shoelaces at 3 years.
I find the time alone with him so precious and special. We seem to be able to talk about anything. I have never met anyone so very chilled. He rarely frets about anything much. He also thinks that I'm special. I know he does. He tells me and I can tell anyways.
I'm much better but so tired all the time. I drove out of Midsommer Norton and turned the wrong way and was led up the road to Radstock for ages. I was about to cry. I got stuck behind a rubbish lorry and couldn't pass it. Finally I turned around and decided I was being too hard on myself. I've been really poorly. I'm tired and I took a wrong turn...So what?
Then I drove along the A37 with a woman driver right up my boot. What is it with woman drivers? The speed limit was 40 and I was doing 45. But it was getting a little dark, it was cold and the traffic was busier than normal. I was also a bit jittery and didn't WANT to speed. What was wrong with that? Now I could examine my own driving. I got cross on the way to work on Monday last. A car pulled out in front of me, made me slow down sharply then drive at 15 to 20 miles per hour in front of me for 15 minutes. I was narky, but I didn't ram up his backside and act like a total idiot.
Oh well, I have to see the doctors again tomorrow. I'm really fed up of this now. I hope it's all back to normal and I won't have to go ever again. Fingers crossed eh?