A suburban mother’s role is to deliver children obstetrically once, and by car forever after. ~Peter De Vries
Tuesday afternoons I am chauffer to the kids. I pick one #3, pick up #2, give #1 her softball equiptment for practice. Back to the house for a few(oh by the way#3 was doing homework in the van all this time). quick snack drop #2 at soccer practice, while picking up friend. Back home, #3 ready for basketball practice, drop him. #2 called, she is done, no workout, just a team soccer meeting. I get her, come home, complete dinner, then #1 calls an hour later and she is done, run and pick her up, thankfully the HS is less than 2 miles from our house. And people ask me why I can’t wait til the girls can drive…..helloooooo…….because I’m worn out! Kevin picked #3 up on his way……….and finally we were all together for dinner @ 6:30.
On afternoons like this I feel I live in my van. I have been known to listen to books on audio. It’s a good use of my time, but I have to watch the content if I’m every going to listen with the kids in the van.
I’m organizing like a mad woman for my trip to Dallas on Thursday evening. The girls and I are flying out to see my family, my reasoning was, it’s a 3 day weekend, so turn it into a four day weekend and pull them out of school. They are good students so it will be fine. It’s my dad’s 84th birthday on Sunday, not the main reason, but heck a good reason for a party. I need to get out to see them every few months and the last time I took Nick with me. I got a good deal on flights, but now with the charges for checking luggage, I’m determined we’ll manage with carryon bags. Save my $$. Who needs than many clothes( I know gasp I really said that), jeans, sweaters, socks, shoes, jacket……good to go!