This has been a week, and it's only Thursday. Football practice is in full swing and so are my carpool skills. One Laundry Generator has practice twice each day while the other practices once. Of course we couldn't have these practices at similar times--that would make things too easy and I wouldn't win any "I am a saint of a mom" badges. So I need to complain and blow off some steam...and get a blog post out of it (maybe I'll even be able to write off the mileage).
The truth of the matter is that I hate to drive--it's mind numbing, boring, and tires me out. Why I chose to send my kids to a school that was 20-60 minutes away is beyond me--probably was a brain fart. It would have been fine had they not decided to play every sport known to man--football, soccer, baseball. The school has a bus, unfortunately when you play "every sport known to man", you're on your own for transportation. When do sport practices finish? Just in time for rush hour, which translates "I am screwed!"
Since I don't like to drive, I'm not into cars (mine are 14 and 15 years old and have cassette players). Thank goodness for Ipods because now I can tune into The Skirted Roundtable, and while I'm still driving, at least I'm visualizing beautiful spaces. Why would someone spend mega-bucks on a car that is taupe and looks like all the other cars out there when they could have a gorgeously decorated room with a beautiful couch, nice music, good smells--aaahhhh! It brings my blood pressure down just thinking about it.
This summer there was a "special" football practice where teams from other schools all converged at Woosley Stadium. While I don't remember why they were meeting at the school, I distinctly remember seeing a white limo among all the school buses. My first judgmental impression was to roll my eyes and think about how kids are so coddled these days. However, after my car filled up with post-workout football players, I saw the wisdom in the limo. There is a window that separates the driver from the rest, which means the odor is also separated. Hey people, forget mini-vans, SUVs, or station wagons, I want a Limo. I just have to figure out how to drive it.