Living the dream
I always knew my kids were busy, but all of a sudden, with one in high school, one in middle school and my youngest, who is determined to play every sport known to man, I spend my evenings from 3 until 9 driving around town, dropping them off, picking them up and .waiting..waiting.waiting for them to be done!
There is simply nothing more exhausting than .waiting. Its like my life is wasting away right in front of me. Its like someone is slowly, slowly, slowly torturing me. Its like.
To which my husband responds, You should take your work out clothes and go for a run while you are waiting.
To which I respond, %#&*^!!!!!
Otherwise known in husband/wife speak as Thanks for the advice, its so kind of you to pass on your words of wisdom to me.
So, as I am writing this article, it is 7:05 at night and Im sitting in my home. Im waiting for my oldest to finish her tennis lessons, my son is at soccer and my middle one is in the backseat doing her homework, while eating chicken nuggets. And just about then, Becky calls me,
Hey, what are you doing?
Im living the dream, how about you?
To which my dear friend responds, Oh, yeah me too! Im at a Jacobs basketball game in Clarksville, Jackson forgot his homework, the concession stand wont accept credit cards and my mother-in-law drove with us.
And thats why I love Becky. She always knows exactly what to say.
Thanks, Becky for your words of wisdom!
And, of course, heated seats and satellite radiodo help ease the painbut only ever so slightly.
by Angel Kane.