I've decided that part of being a mom means being a full-time chauffeur, always on call, or juggling so your kid doesn't end up sitting on the sidewalk.
Now, if ever, I'm pushing my darlin daughter to get her license and then pushing both her and dad to find that perfect first car and get on with it. I'm done.
Apparently while I was on a business trip, Gary again was talking about getting a car next year sometime, to which Jennifer put the kibosh on quickly.
"You have no idea of the headaches of pickup and drop off," she groused.
"Yes, I do," he protested. "What do you think I'm doing now?"
Yeah, for all of 2.5 days. Try it for 362.5 days and we'll talk.
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