Friday, July 27, 2012
Motherhood interferes with blogging
Last week the driving requirements of getting my somehow over-scheduled kids from point A, to point B to point C, back to point A then, back to point B then over to point D before returning to A in time for bed, nearly killed me.
I am so truly back in America there is absolutely no denying it anymore. Summer in France, with it's rolling, aimless, fresh-bread scented laziness seems like a dreamy, fragrant fantasy to me now.
I have wholeheartedly embraced the culture of overstructure, avoid downtime at all costs, drive your car like you stole it everywhere you go lest you be late, be late , always, anyway, heaven forbid someone else's kid get more enriched than mine, that keeps this country ticking like an insane time bomb.
I'm sort of kidding, but sort of not. My kids are having a happy, I think. At least they look pleased in the rear view mirror.
But if I have to sit in construction traffic in a sweaty car in 90- degree, 80- percent humidity weather one more time, I might have to kill myself.
Kidding, but sort of not, again.
Anyhow, it's over and we're still alive. I should have known when I signed Esther up for four different camps in a three week period, and Isla for summer school and swimming lessons, that things would get kind of messy. Yet I couldn't resist. It's the American way. And I am a pure-bred American mouton.
More poor excuses over here on the BabyCenter Blog .