No, I’m not really a taxi driver, I just feel like one.
For someone who hates to drive, I sure do a lot of driving. You’d think I’d just get used to it, but nope. And, I kinda thought this would be a great time to have the kids in the car to have conversations with me. Wrong again. They’re at the age now that when I ask them something, they have to remove their earbuds so I can repeat it for them. Then I get the eye rolling because I dared to asked them a question.
Of course, I’m exaggerating (a little). My kids are usually pretty nice in the car as long as I have the right radio station on. They now listen to the ones with a lot of words bleeped out, and of course I know all the words to all the songs. I even find myself listening to their stations when I’m in the car by myself, which is usually on the way to pick them up from baseball, or football, or cross country practice. I guess the songs make me feel like I’m with them, and I’m reminded that I don’t have all that much time left.
People keep telling me to listen to audio books in the car and that they absolutely love it. I keep thinking that I’m not even in the car long enough to get through a chapter, and that I probably wouldn’t be able to focus anyway because my driving time is used for thinking about all the things I need to do when I’m not doing them.
I sure wish there was a way to capitalize on all of this driving. I seriously feel like it’s a fourth job…after my real job, and my mother job, and my blogging job. This blogging thing really has given me an outlet for things I need to vent about and express joy about. I need to invent an app that I can talk into while I’m driving that converts my words to written pages for my blog. Hey, I think I’m onto something!
“Baseball is like driving, it’s the one who gets home safely that counts” ~ Tommy Lasorda
Maybe if I had a really cool car like a Porsche or a Corvette it would be more fun. My minivan is nice and comfortable, and it has a good stereo, but the cool factor is non-existent. But can you imagine trying to fit two baseball bags into the “trunk” area of a Porsche? I’m pretty sure there’s only room for my purse. Oh, and I can only drive one of them at a time so I’d have to make two trips. Yeah, that’s not gonna work. Bummer. Does a Corvette even have a trunk?
On the upside, I do know my way around really well and I know all of the parking and traffic tricks in the area to get places faster. My in-car singing and rapping have gotten a lot better and I’m sure it’s a hilarious sight to see a baseball mom at a stoplight with some Biggie cranked up in the minivan. The van has even gotten a bit cleaner because while I’m waiting for them at all of these practices, I have a chance to pick up the trash that’s been thrown around and dig out the French fries that fell down between the seats. Still not cool though.
Someday my kids are going to really appreciate all of my driving around for them right? I won’t hold my breath.
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