On-the-Road (but In-the-Neighborhood)
It’s no exaggeration to say there are nights (like last night) when I drive around for three and a half hours. Sounds aimless, but it’s actually a fairly focused frenzy. Pick up a child, drop off a child(repeat)(repeat the “repeat”) (…)
I did buy dog food and a furnace filter and hug my grandma in between the various sports fields and schools last night. -Stopped home twice to make sandwiches and pat Lily on the head. My work-out bag rode along with me on the floor of the passenger side; a hopeful thought but ultimately a bench-sitter…
Not complaining. Just whining a little. It’ll get better. And I wouldn’t miss a minute of it… I blinked once already, and Zach grew into a 6-foot high school junior!
It’s usually a matter of spinning my own attitude around a little. Fortunately, I’m sitting on a swivel chair…
Next: More hiking in Utah, a long weekend in California and another “Rails-to-Trails” bike ride
Oh, I get that way, too. Sometimes you just have to let yourself vent it out a little, adjust the ‘ol attitude, and keep moving. It happens to me every few weeks or so…and I only have one! You are doing AMAZING with 3!!!
I can relate to this so much. Soccer to football, back to soccer, stop at the library and the pet store, next guitar practice finally home with all three….and that’s just Tuesday!
A good little rant works well.
Hah, memories. My boys are three years apart. That meant they were never on the same team. We lived in a semi-rural area and typically played other towns. Of course they each had games on the same nights, thirty miles apart! Thank goodness gas was cheap. Having been a single parent, I frequently wished I could clone myself.
Enjoy, as you referred to, it goes by in a snap.
I am so lucky that my son is 18 and drives. So, been there, done that and am glad to be on the other side but I so get that blinking and it’s over thing. I remember him at all stages of growing up and it seems like the proverbial flash and it’s past history.
sport ist mord *gg *i like your infos and photos *kiss*
I guess one can call it routine , can get frustrating but without it the vacuum could get to one.
I guess, doing the same routine everyday makes you feel bored.
I think your Grandma hugged you back because she knows what a wonderful Mother you are! My philosophy: It’s not a question of if you whine but how you whine! So be sure to whine from time to time – And remember…. these are the “Good Old Days.”
Are you ready for our trip?
Ginger: I do OK as long as I know when I’ll be able to breathe again. And I LOVE watching my kids do things they enjoy (or even better -doing those things with them)! What’s hard is when I’m dropping one to a game I can’t stay to watch because I’m running another one somewhere else. *(Enjoyed our lunch!!)
Shirl: So true! And my brain gets tired, because I always have to start at the beginning to remember the whole schedule (which changes on an almost daily basis…). I do feel like quite the hero when I manage to pack sandwiches, though…
Thank you Jean Luc. I feel better already.
Bob: The desire to “clone” is a strong one. What is sad is knowing how unbelievably quiet life can become later on… My Grandma Mary lives for the visits we can barely squeeze in! Just wish there were some way to bank the “good stuff” so that we could stretch it out over a few more years… But then, would I really want to be a seventy-year old “soccer mom”?
While this does not help you in the least — other than in a misery-loves-company sort of way — I’ve been in the same situation time and again.
I’m always amazed at how much driving I can do and how little of the city (or anything) I see doing it.
Suzanne: It goes way too fast and with not enough family dinners along the way! When our power was off in the aftermath of Hurricane Ike, it was really nice to have a board game/clean-out the fridge picnic night.
Thanks Saskia (“smorgasboard”, indeed!).
Sadia and James Andrew: It’s not boredom or “routine” so much as a logistics nightmare. Sometimes I give my kids a choice: you can be fifteen minutes early or five minutes late (because even with carpools, “on-time” is often an impossibility).
Thanks Intrepid! I’ve exhaled again and should be good for another week or so. And Grandma got more than a quick hug on Saturday which felt good for both of us….
Ah yes, the trip! I’ll be “keeper of the keys” and maybe official photographer?
Delmer: Hey, I sympathized with your errant clothing experience a while back; this is the least you can do. I’ll honk next time I fly by Hilliard! Buckle up and drive safely (at least we’re enjoying the fruits of some of our tax dollars).
Absolutely – You’re “Camera Gal” no one does it like you do! Should be a lot of fun….