Where have I been?
Driving. And driving and driving.
I work until 3, 3:30 sometimes 4:00 if I’m not watching the clock, then get in the car to drive my kids.
And the neighbor’s.
And other kids, vaguely familiar from preschool a decade ago, hanging out whose moms “work” and since I’m home, can I swing them home? On the other side of the Ponderosa. And it’s a big motherf’ing Ponderosa, my rural town is.
All you young moms who want a big family?
May want to rethink that.
Because if all goes well, they grow.
And want to do things.
Like soccer and plays and student gov and skateboard and lifeguard and get extra help and hurdles and horses and pottery and lacrosse and scouts and motorcross and reffing and SATs and mentoring.

And if you don’t want them addicted to heroin, or pregnant, or at war in someone’s video pit, or hanging out at Dunkin’ Donuts parking lot with 23 year-olds, you need to get them there.
Which is why last week I put 470 miles on my car. Or rather, my boss’s car. But that’s another blog.
My rather attractive husband was out tapping trees, my carpooling firefighter neighbor was working nights, and my 16 year old has yet to get her license.
And fields opened. Which meant games. Lots of them. Some zip codes away, some across town.
470 miles which concludes, of course, that rather attractive husband does a lot more driving than I give him credit for. But that too, is another blog.
470 miles of spirographing: to school, to practice, to the pool. To the library, to home. Back to a locker then Target. To the doctor, then field. To a game, to the orthodontist – seldom over 40 mph, rarely out of a 6 mile radius. All between 3:45 and 7. Or 8. Or 9:00 pm. Not all nights. But many.
And this is on top of my regular work, gas, groceries, work, vet, gas, and um, gas. And an occasional drive through previously mentioned Dunkin’Donuts parking lot.
When kid1, college girl, was entering high school, I listened to a panel of current 9th graders speak to incoming freshman parents. One kid spoke from the heart, and not a script. I’m sure the administration was standing nearby with a hook, but that kid’s words echo in my ears even today.
“Listen: don’t pressure your kids to get involved
then bitch and complain about having to take us places.
You have no idea how much that just sucks for us.”
Ouch.
So I drive: traveled this past week 470 miles with the windows down and music cranked, knowing this road will end all too soon. And I will miss it.
I think you need to repost that “
All you young moms who want a big family?” because we are dumbasses in the begining thinking we want that. And honestly, in my case, even though I cannot have anymore due to possibly not dying with the third, I couldn’t handle it.
We soon find out. Plus all of that stuff! I swear– you are my support for what is to come without all of that “yeah, you’re going to be in trouble with two teenager girls so close together” and blah, blah, blah. 😉
don’t die.
that would so not be good for those little girls waiting to grow up and torment you. Parenting is such beautiful pain. It’s what we signed up for. (Dontcha just luv it – most days?!?!)
I am now Grandma and I am still driving and driving and….
I feel your pain! lol
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~Peace….Naila Moon
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I am Go-to Mom. Some of the best times and conversations happen while carpooling!
Love reading about your big fam. way to keep it rockin’ and rolllin’. Did I just say that out loud?
Please…I commute into NYC everyday via car and I feel that is a breeze compared to dragging The Beast and her friends to all those little activities, events, parties etc. down our quaint little winding tree line streets… But I do agree with Robin K–you hear a lot of inside stories while driving a car full of kids around.
absolutely: that’s when I give the sex talk in detail to trapped ears and minds.
@Robin K — rockin’ and rollin’? for real? yep, you said it!