Erin Spatz: Carpooling
I know that I should not complain. I am lucky enough to be able to pick my kids up every day after school. I am home to help with homework and to make snacks.
But my word, that carpool trip is long. Three school lines and four kids is a lot. I start at 2:30 p.m. and we are home by four o'clock. And I would love to say that we are having some amazing life changing chats in that amount of time, but nope, we're not.
Typically, Chandler is yelling at me to ask her how her day went. Even though I ask her as soon as she gets in the car, she remembers more later. And for some reason won't just tell me, she must be asked.
Then Dylan hops in the car and I ask him about his day. He says about three words. On a good day, five. And then he proceeds to read until we get home. I have tried to play 20 questions with him and have even offered to let him ask me anything (that was a risky move.) I was desperate. Nothing. His day was good, he is fine, and lunch was good.
Oh mercy, then we get Autumn and Denver. I learned quickly and painfully that Denver's only chance to tell me about his day is if I make Autumn wait to tell me her news after him. Otherwise, he doesn't stand a chance.
Autumn begins each of her day's rundown with a big sigh and an “Okay, are you ready?” And if anyone interrupts her, she will start over. So, for the love of all that is holy, don't interrupt her.
After all of that, it becomes a free for all. There is some fighting — alright, a lot of fighting, some snack planning and often some tears (usually mine.) This carpool thing is long and not the easiest part of my day. It's like trying to drive a herd of wild cats to the vet's office.
I realize that this time I have them trapped in the car is fleeting, and soon I will have kids who drive themselves. At which time I will begin sitting on the front porch awaiting their safe arrival and worrying.
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