Before I had children, I maintained that if you ever caught me in ugly sweats and driving a mini van, you could just shoot me.
I know, seriously. It’s extreme.
Now that I have three children, you may well catch me in sweats, but they’ll be cool sweats, if there is such a thing. But I did bypass the mini van for the Ford Flex, which has a ton of horsepower–the better to pass slow pokes on the freeway and be the first off the line when the light turns green.
One thing I won’t do is spend my life in my car.
I might wear sweats and drive a cross-over SUV, but I refuse to watch my life, and that of my children, sneak by from the view in my vehicle. I am firm in the belief that it does my children no good to spend all day in the car. Load up. Drop off. Pick up. Drive. Drop off. Kill an hour. Return. Pick up. Load up. Drive home. Repeat.
I just won’t do it.
This year, I tried organizing our schedule so that our drop-offs and pick-ups were around the same time and in the same part of town. Knowing baby Valerie would need her naps uninterrupted, and I couldn’t take another year of staggered schedules in different parts of town, I tried to coordinate accordingly.
So far, my plan has worked.
I got a taste of how well it is working just today. George is back to work on the boat, replacing the main engine with a new one (these engines take a ton of time, stress, and money, to the tune of about $70K). He goes to the boat each day and comes home in varying moods, depending on how the install has gone.
Replacing the main engine is a big deal and something George has decided must be done now, before the Dungeness crab gear work or season begins. For us at home, it means that he’s gone back to work two months earlier than he would have otherwise.
I’m just glad that I planned ahead so that the kids’ schedules would leave us all time and energy. We are only just beginning the school and fishing year, but so far, so good.