Back in the States, ‘rush hour’ refers to one of my favourite Jackie Chan movies as well as the hell that is a morning and evening commute to and from work made only slightly less miserable by the sweet soothing sounds of NPR while here in the Netherlands, rush hour TRAFFIC is so lame that you’re never actually STOPPED on the highway AT ALL.
Even if there’s a giant flaming bus by the side of the road and all cars are diverted to side roads.
Strangely specific example is strangely specific.
And also?
Los Angeles California and Atlanta Georgia COMPETE for Worse Traffic In The States and not only did I used to live and WORK in Atlanta, but I once had to change a flat tire on a Dodge Dakota Club Cab on the bottom highway of Spaghetti Junction DURING RUSH HOUR.
But in the Netherlands?
Rush hour ALSO refers to the chaos of the morning and the evening that exists when One Has Children.
And YESSSSS it is Exactly That Bad.
Spoiler Alert: communication is key.
Okay, so I’m 
P is super sick today, I’m working from downstairs AGAIN because connectivity is absolute ASS at our new house, and I’m officially off of sick leave / maternity ramp up.
This morning, first of all, I woke up at FOUR FORTY FIVE because of birds singing the songs of their people.