Going for the Gold
If parenting were an Olympic sport, my friend Kristin and I are about to embark on what would surely be a gold medal performance.
Tomorrow morning we will roust our children an the obscene hour of 0500, dress them, feed them and then strap them into vehicles for a road trip - all while husbands are asking "did you remember *insert obscure item here*" and "Let's get a move on. We are supposed to meet Father Kaim at 0610."
Yes, I said "Father" as in Catholic priest. Because a road trip with nine children and two husbands just isn't challenging enough... We are increasing the difficulty level by adding a priest AND a pediatrician to the roster.
Because Kristin has six children, her vehicle is full. That means the priest and the pediatrician are riding with us. I knew there was an advantage to having as many children as you do seats in your vehicle.
Tomorrow morning we will roust our children an the obscene hour of 0500, dress them, feed them and then strap them into vehicles for a road trip - all while husbands are asking "did you remember *insert obscure item here*" and "Let's get a move on. We are supposed to meet Father Kaim at 0610."
Yes, I said "Father" as in Catholic priest. Because a road trip with nine children and two husbands just isn't challenging enough... We are increasing the difficulty level by adding a priest AND a pediatrician to the roster.
Because Kristin has six children, her vehicle is full. That means the priest and the pediatrician are riding with us. I knew there was an advantage to having as many children as you do seats in your vehicle.
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