After an exciting trip to London and Ireland, how did I think one expensive 11day trip would satisfy my traveling gene for the year. Hey it was bred into me! As I write this now I have no idea where my parents are, only where they were last. They have the advantage of having babysitters for the four children who are left at home. I grew up in a household where I would go to sleep in my footy pajamas snuggling my favorite teddy bear, and wake up in the car the next morning in a different state.
Since no new trips are planned; I've been pouting until now. No new trips planned for me, just my hubby who gets to jet set off to NYC, Houston, California, and last and least Cleveland.
(Two of my children were born in Ohio so I can't say too much)
I had my dream trip. It didn't turn out like we had planned, but it was definitely memorable. I had always imagined I would never want to return to the U.S., but by the tenth day I was desperately craving some ice and really irked with the lack of lifts (elevators) and curb side cut outs so wheelchairs can cross without climbing Mount Everest or following off of it. My temper did get the best of me, while my husband was trying to shout over the car noise while simultaneously checking my life insurance policy, I dropped off the curb and tried to outrun the famous DoubleDecker Buses in London. (It really would have been a fitting end…me charging off into..well.. there is an old Morrissoy song about being killed by the gigantic red bus) Obnoxious American, I definitely qualified that day.
Now it's hard to go from your favorite pass time traveling, to being tied down to a school regimen.
So now I have been back in the car line at school. There is just no way around it. Luckily, I am on the opposite side of the school this year from the DREAD BUMPER SITTING MANIAC (alias teacher); but that is not enough to satisfy me.
There are others out there that get as frustrated as I do, I have heard them call in for prayer to make it through the twenty minutes of stopping,merging, honking and getting the right kid in your car. Prayer is the best option, leaving your child to be picked up last seems really cruel, at least most days. This morning I was even greeted with a pastry, which I am sure means we will be selling said pastry to the public shortly.
Tonight is even a bigger dilemma! Parent/Teachee Conferences! My husband was going to attend tonight to hear the good (?) the bad and the ugly; but he got called away to stay the day in Atlanta. I told my son I would go but I couldn't guarantee that I wouldn't end up in jail. He's 11, he knows I have a vendetta against the school and driving. I will report back tomorrow if I live.
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