When it doesn’t rain, it pours.
I know I once said I hate carpools. I really do. Because I find carpools end up working like this…I drive other people’s little monsters all over the place.
The other day though I needed help. I had about 120 miles worth of driving to do in a two-hour time period. Kids were everywhere.
Usually it rains on Wednesday. Which is a good thing. Because when it rains they all go to swim practice. When it doesn’t rain, it pours. Buckets of chaos. This week was particularly bad. In addition to one swim practices we also had two soccer practices and a parent meeting for summer swim team that we all needed to attend.
This is how it went down.
At 4:50 I drove all three of my kids to friend A’s house. I left Sarah at A’s and A took Sarah to soccer. I then went to friend B’s house and picked up her kid. I drove her kid, Grace and Sophie to the pool and dropped Grace off. I then drove Sophie and B’s kid to C’s house and dropped them off. C’s husband then walked the kids to soccer.
I drove alone, belting out the new Justin Bieber song at the top of my lungs (until I realized I was alone and turned on Gotye) to the parent meeting.
This is where it gets good. Friend B met my friend A and picked up Sarah. Friend C grabbed Sophie and A’s kid. And friend D picked Grace up and they were all brought to the parent meeting. Before you accuse me of using my friends, they were all coming to the meeting.
The kids were totally confused by the whole thing. In one of my finer parenting moments I said “If someone you know offers to bring you to me, take them up on it, otherwise you are screwed”.
The mother of the year trophy should be arriving any day. I hope they spell our last name right.