172 Nights

172 nights. We began reading the Wheels On The bus in March, so by my math I’ve been reading that story every night for 172 nights, each night, to my 4yo, Aspen. As I write, I’m struggling to find a simile that fits how sick I am of that story, which to me means that it is comparable to nothing. It is just that painful. I’m sick of the driver, I’m sick …