Remember when your kids were babies, and the veteran parents would say, "Wait till they're teenagers. You'll feel like a taxi driver." And I recall thinking, Yeah right, how bad can it be. At least you don't have to change diapers and wash bottles. Now my boys are teenagers. And guess what? I feel like a taxi driver. Those parents weren't kidding after all. Today I drove Andrew to band camp at 8:00, took Eric into town for theater class at 10:00. Next, at 12:45, Eric had piano lesson back in Moss Bluff. Had to go out of our way back to the house first because he forgot his piano music. Stopped at McDonald's so he could get a bite to eat. Made a trip to Walmart while he was at piano lesson. Picked him up and took him home. 3:00 PM, picked Andrew up from band camp and back home again. Tomorrow will be even busier. So often, I feel like Billy in the comic strip Family Circus, when he's running around like a maniac, making dozens of stops, backtracking, becoming distracted and losing focus. And we only have two kids! I honestly don't know how parents with broods manage.
When the boys were babies, I remember anxiously awaiting the day they'd feed themselves and be potty trained. Now I'm thinking, Only two more years and they'll have their drivers' licenses!