To get all my children to their respective extracurricular activities, that is! Logistical challenge was the name of the game this evening as I had to arrange for Dancer Girl to get to her ballet class, Gym Girl to get home from her practice, and Soccer Boy to get to and from his soccer practice. All with Adventure Guy away on a week-long business trip and me at a Board of Education meeting that started at 5:00 p.m. and ended about an hour ago.
So, I called in all the favors. Fortunately, I already have a carpool worked out for Gym Girl since she needs to be at the gym each day at 2:45, which doesn’t exactly fit well with the average work day schedule. I called the mom who does the school to gym run and begged her to do pick up tonight too. In return, I’ll run the school pickup leg on Wednesday, when I’m going to be out of the office for a dentist appointment anyway. One down, two to go.
I don’t usually have to manage the soccer goings on since Adventure Guy coaches Soccer Boy’s team. Since we obviously knew about this trip ahead of time, I asked him to arrange transportation for Soccer Boy. One of the other boys on the team lives right across the street, and his mom was willing to take Soccer Boy along with her to practice and duly return him home. That left me with just Dancer Girl, and my mother-in-law was nice enough to agree to make that run for me.
When I got home, the kids said Adventure Guy had called. When I returned his call he asked if everything had worked out okay with the various arrangements. I said I assumed it had, but I hadn’t asked for all the details. His question? “Are all three kids home?” When I answered in the affirmative, he stated, “Well, it’s probably best not to tempt fate by asking too many questions.”
And did I mention the trashcans were put away from trash pickup this morning and the dishes were done from dinner? Life is good in Suburbia. I’m suspicious that this has to do with the Atilla-the-Hun-like discipline technique imposed by Adventure Guy last Friday. When we got home and the dishes weren’t done, he woke all the kids up at 11:30 and made them do what they should have done earlier: unload the dishwasher and put the dirty dishes in from the sink. One of those proud parenting moments all around, but evidently an effective one. I’ll take what I can get and enjoy it while it lasts!