It's that time of the year again. Ernest will soon be making his annual 3-night trek to Boo at the Zoo. And like previous years, there are other older kids looking for rides. And I wonder once again...why don't their parents drive??? And why do I say yes all the time? I wouldn't say no to Ernest, but it really stresses me out to have to drive other kids and I should just say no to that. Maybe next year.
So I have to take the truck, because it holds the most people. (We are not a van family.) But I don't like the truck; I prefer my small car because it is comfy to WAIT in for hours and it plays DVDs. But because we've got 3 extra persons wanting a ride, the big old truck it is.
Did I mention that after I drove the Boo carpool last year I decided Ernest should apply to a private high school? Those backseat conversations give me lots of information. What, they think I don't listen? What will I learn this year?
On the upside, I have a date night night with my husband after I drop off the boo crew on Friday. We are looking forward to meeting for a steak dinner and a movie.