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The Stereotypes Do Exist

September 27, 2019

Yes, stereotypes are bad. That being said, they are often very true as well. Last night was open house at the Big One’s school. Now when I was in high school open house was literally an open house. All of the classrooms were opened and parents were invited to wander in to any class and talk to any teacher. It was very low-key and casual. If you ran into a mom-friend in the hallway you could stop and chat. If that means you missed getting to your kids’ math class, oh well no big deal.

Well it’s not like that anymore. Now your child provides you with a copy of their daily schedule. The bells are set special for the event. The first bell rings and you have 5-minutes to get to your kids’ first period class. The teacher talks for 10 minutes. Then the bell rings again and you have 5-minutes to walk to the next class. Again, the teacher talks for 10 minutes and then it all begins again until you have successfully walked through your child’s entire school day in about 90 minutes.

It’s an alright system. It’s nice to get to literally walk the path you child walks each day. It makes it easier to understand, why they never see their friends. Or why they cannot go to the restroom between classes. It forces you to experience each teacher that your child is learning from each day.

As you all know I have girls, I suspect the boy parent experience may be different (or I could be stereotyping here).  My girls tell me about their days. I hear the stories of fun, cool teachers. I also hear about the nightmare teachers. I hear about how crowded the lunch quad gets. I know the restroom lines are ridiculous long. I know the band room smells kinda gross. And the toilet paper is too thin. These are the things I hear about all the time.  So going into open house last night, I had a preconceived notion of what each classroom was going to feel like.

So let’s see who the Big One’s teachers are…  based on common stereotypes:

1st Period – The Hip, Cool Young Teacher
The Big One likes this guy. She’s not a huge fan of English but she does pretty well. He’s single, so he is fully dedicated to his class. He’s available before school, after school and at lunch. He’s creative, loves to write and really, really, really wants your kid to love writing and be a critical thinker.

2nd Period – The Foreign Teacher
No, I am not talking about foreign language teacher here. This is the teacher who came to the US from a different country. English is not the teacher’s first language. The teacher is well educated and well versed, but may not be very good at reading their students. She talks a lot, with a very heavy accent. So instead of learning much, at some point the students tune her out completely because they cannot understand a word she is saying. (Not good in an advanced math class, I am just saying!)

3rd Period – THE Favorite Teacher
As soon as you walk into this room you feel at ease. There is a sense of calm and belonging. The sweet, smiling teacher gives a cool big-sister type vibe. She asks each parent, “Who’s your kid?” with each answer she nods and smiles and says “ohhh yes” or  grins knowingly and says, “ahhhhh.” She knows each student’s name and has something memorized about each of their personalities. She’s amazing.

4th Period – The Unorganized but Super Likeable Teacher
This is your student’s favorite class, not because of the teacher but because of the subject matter and the fact that all of their “tribe” is in this class with them. It’s the elective class (for us that’s band). The teacher is a musician. He is definitely not the administrative, organized type. Thankfully, he has wonderful older students who serve as mentors, guiding us all through the high school process.

5th Period – The Laid-Back Cool Guy PE Teacher
What can be said about the high school PE teacher. He’s been there 20+ years. He’s super casual. I mean it’s PE right? What is there to say about PE. It’s fun. It’s laid back. You try and you will succeed.

6th Period – The Teacher Who Makes You Hate Your Life
This is the worst way to end your school day. This guy is a jerk. Your kid has told you he’s bad, but you think she must be exaggerating. It can’t be that bad, right? Wrong! Remember that feeling you got in 3rd period? Your classroom was welcoming. It was calm. It was familial. It was like home. Well, 6th period is the complete opposite. You can feel the tension as soon as you enter the room. It was very strange to feel the air literally getting sucked out of the room as he began talking. This was the only teacher who had a line of angry parents from the previous period wanting to speak with him. This was the only class, where when the teacher asked us if we had any questions, multiple hands shot up. The tone and content of the questions was very combative. We all wanted answers and the guy was too arrogant to really provide them. You totally feel for your student after just 10 minutes in this class. How on earth they survive an hour is beyond me.  The truly sad part about this guy is that he told us (and tells the students) that they are his best class. The are the most “advanced, advanced class” he’s ever had in many, many years of teaching. Yet it felt like he had no respect for the students, for us as parents or even for the school in general. {Trust me there is so much more to say. I guarantee there will be an entire post about this guy sooner versus later. Probably multiple actually.}

I am pretty sure that I had all of these same teachers when I was in high school as well. The names and faces change, but the reality is that high school is truly a microcosm of the real world. It’s the best place for our students to grow into decent people. They are faced with challenges and difficulties that we hope and pray will prepare them for the “real world.” There are good moments. There are hard moments. There are silly times. There are challenging times. There are differences of opinions. There are amazing moments of connecting with other people.  Some days will be terrible. And some days will be amazing. The bottom line is high school is so critically important in shaping who our kids will be. I pray each day for their safety and for an openness to learning, growing and blooming because someday these kids will be running the show. I hope we haven’t screwed them up too much.

We’ve Hit A New Phase

September 25, 2019

As kids grow, they hit many milestones along the way. We record all the amazing firsts – crawling, speaking, walking, teething, etc. There are many, many momentous occasions through those first years of life. Just like all kids are different, the milestones they hit and when they hit them are all different. But then you get to a point, where those big milestone moments stop coming for a while. It’s all status quo.  Then one day, those moments start up again with first day of school. First failed test. First fight with a friend. First tastes of success in sports or band of classrooms. First disappointments. You know what I mean. The moments change as the kids grow.

Well, as the mom I have hit a new milestone in my kids life. What ever could it be? I know you are all dying to know. What did those girls do now? Which teacher are you calling out for being dumb? Which coach is making you crazy?

Well, friends, the milestone we’ve hit this time of year is one that hurts the wallet the most. Yes, friends I can no longer survive a week on one tank of gas.

Let that sink in. Remember we live in California, home of the highest gas prices in the country. For as long as I can remember (at least the last 8 years or so since I started driving a Mom-Mobile) I could go a whole week on one tank of gas. We have a routine. On Sundays, we go to church. The Husband drives my car and fills up my gas tank. That’s just the way that is goes. Sunday is “get gas” day.

Well last week on Saturday morning as I got in the car with the Little One to head to synchronized swimming practice (YES! That is a real thing!), I knew we had a problem. My gas gauge was well below a ¼ of a tank.

{Side note: I am THAT person. When the gas gauge hits ¼ I begin to panic. Don’t judge me!}

So, I knew I needed to get gas before we hit the freeway to get to practice. Of course, we live right around the corner from a 7-11 with a gas station, so much to the Husband’s chagrin I filled up. Yes, I paid $3.85/gallon. OUCH! Normally we get gas at Costco or on base as those are the two cheapest options. But on Saturday at 8:05 am, when synchro practice starts at 8:30 am I didn’t have time to go in the complete opposite direction to hit either the base or Costco, so 7-11 was my choice.  And yes, I paid the price… literally of being a taxi driver.

So, I jacked up the system by getting gas on Saturday. I knew it would throw everything off but what choice did I have?

Well, here’s the thing, yes it gets worse. Both girls needed new tennis shoes. As if I am not driving enough each week – getting kids to school, getting to work, band practice, swim practice, synchro practice, volleyball practice….. the list goes on. Now we have to drive to the Border to get tennis shoes. Yes, there are other stores that sell shoes, but we are cheap and we like the outlets at the border. So  after an added bonus of a trip to Mexico (basically it’s true). The kids got new shoes, but guess what? Today is WEDNESDAY….. let that sink in for a moment.

Remember Sunday is get gas day….. today is W.E.D.N.E.S.D.A.Y  and just look at this….









*Sigh* Yes, it’s a new milestone week for us.

High School Tips

August 21, 2019

class of 2023Ok, y’all it’s been a really long time since I attended high school. I mean like ancient times to many of you. I know it was a whole different world today than it was way back in the late 80’s, but I am certain that some things remain the same.

The Big One starts high school next week. WHAT? How is that possible, I know! Yesterday was registration day, so as I waited in the seemingly endless line at the finance office yesterday to pay for the Big One’s ASB card, yearbook, PE clothes, etc I had the pleasure of listening to and witnessing a few things. I was not intentionally being creeping eavesdropping on the teenage girls behind me or the teenage boys in front of me. It just happened with my place in the line. I was standing alone just trying to take it all in. (The Big One was off getting her yearbook photo and ID card created.)


High School Tip #1
The girls behind me were talking about dating. I gathered that they, like the Big One, are incoming freshman. One girl said that another friend said she would begin dating this year. But here’s the thing, the girl said, “She will only date guys with straight A’s.” I was cool with that. But then the next statement was, “OH! and he must be good looking.”  I tried not to chuckle at the restrictions being placed on these pending relationships.  One of the other girls responded, “Well, she’s going to have a hard time with that, guys who get straight A’s are NOT good looking… EVER.”  So here’s my tip #1… dating is hard. Finding someone who treats you well and cares about you is what matters. Preconceived notions will not get you far. Take the rules away and focus on someone who is kind. Someone who is genuine. Someone who helps build others up, not tears them down.


High School Tip #2
The girls jumped from dating to Instagram. One girl asked the other, “Do your parents check your Instagram?”  Horrified the other girl says, “NO WAY!” I cringed at this one too.  The first girl then says, “Well you are giving the middle finger wrong!”  What the heck does that even mean? Number one, pictures of you “giving the middle finger”… WHY? Nobody looks good giving the middle finger.  So, here’s my tip #2… It’s the grandma rule. Would you give your grandma the middle finger? Would you frame a picture of yourself flipping someone off and give it to your grandma? No, you most likely wouldn’t so don’t put in on Instagram or any other social media. If it’s not appropriate for grandma’s eyes, it’s not appropriate for social media. And just a side note, parents, you need to check your kids’ Instagram. I don’t care how that makes you feel. You need to know what your kids are posting, sharing, liking, following, etc.


High School Tip #3
I know some of you are going to really roll your eyes at this one, but I am going to say it anyway…. Put your boobies away. Oh my goodness, I am a curmudgeon, apparently. The shorty shorts I have accepted are here to stay. Every store carries them. In fact, we’ve struggled to find shorts that my girls are comfortable wearing. But the super tight body suits paired with the shorty shorts are not okay for school. I saw way more flesh yesterday among the incoming freshman than I care to remember. I know that your bodies are changing. For some of you, the growing boobs are a novelty and you want to share them with the world. Just please keep them contained. I really was concerned that if some of the girls sneezed, things would have gotten a little out of control. So tip #3…. Can you sneeze safely in that outfit? Will any sudden movement cause an embarrassing shift in your clothing? If so, reconsider it.


High School Tip #4
Be who you are. The group in front of me included two boys and a girl. One of the boys started the day in a sweatshirt. He got hot, but didn’t want to wear his sweatshirt tied around his waist. “That looks stupid!” he told the others, as he stood there with the sweatshirt around his neck instead. (Not draped over his shoulders like a preppy kid from the 80’s, but literally around his neck. Basically, he took his arms out but kept the rest of it on).  Now in my mind, it looked a bit strange and seemed like it would not do much to make him cooler, but whatever. He felt more comfortable that way, so be it. His friends ribbed him a little bit (agreeing with my internal dialogue), but they quickly moved on and let him be himself. So tip #4…. We’ve all got issues. We’ve all got opinions and ideas on what’s cool and what isn’t cool. Let your friends be a little weird. It’s all good. This kid wearing his sweatshirt around his neck had no negative impact on anyone, so be like his friends, and let him be.


High School Tip #5 – Infinity
There are 500+ incoming freshman at the Big One’s school (about 2,500 total students). That’s huge. Most of these kids are coming from middle schools with about 1,000 students. So, life is changing in a big way for them.  They will all be facing so many new challenges. New experiences. New choices that they have to make. The big difference is that now more than ever, their choices can have life-long consequences.  So, tip #5…  Please remember to be kind. Everyone will make mistakes. Everyone says dumb things once in a while. Everyone will make tough choices. Through it all just remember kindness is key. You have literally no idea what each person has been through in life. You have no idea what their family is like. You have no idea their fears. You have no idea their goals and dreams. So just be kind. Support them through the good, the bad and the ugly. Tearing someone else down will NEVER EVER solve your own problems. Ask for help if you need it. Love one another. Treat everyone the way you hope to be treated. Smile at someone, you just might change their life.


The Day Has Finally Come

February 14, 2019

That kiddo up on top would have let me bring the cookies to her classroom!

For several years now I’ve seen my friends go through it. I’ve smugly stood back and enjoyed that we have not experienced it. I mean, it’s a right of passage. I knew the day would come eventually. But admit that secretly I had enjoyed avoiding this one. I mean is it really that bad to be seen at school with your mom?

Yes, today the Big One crushed my heart just a little bit. Last night at the board meeting for the school band foundation, the girls’ teacher mentioned to me that nobody had asked him if he wanted to buy Girl Scout Cookies. Now the Little One told me that she had asked all of her teachers, well apparently, she asked all of her A day teachers…. And missed her one different B day teacher (our 6th graders have a two-hour English block, as a result their PE and elective class alternate days).

So, when I got home, I told both girls they needed to ask him if he wanted to buy cookies. Just a side note my dad has been in the hospital for 23 days now, so cookies have not been our priority. When we have a built-in easy sale, these girls need to get on it!

Fast forward to this morning, the Little One woke up with a fever and snot so she is home from school. That means the Big One has to ask Mr. Band Teacher. She is not real big on asking her teachers about cookies, but it comfortable with this teacher so she agreed.

Typically on Fridays the girls stay after school to help clean up the band room. Since tomorrow is a holiday the Big One asked if she could stay after today. I told her yes, she could and she could text me what type of cookies she needed for her teacher I could bring them after school. She agreed this was a good plan.

It’s raining today so I drove the Big One to school, as we planned out the day the conversation when like this:

BIG ONE: “So I’ll ask Mr. Band Teacher what cookies he wants after school and then I’ll text you what to bring.”

FIXITMOMMY: “Okay sounds like a plan. I’ll make sure I am home from work to get what you need.”

BIG ONE: “Okay…. Ummmmm after I text you….. ummm should I just come out to the parking lot to wait for the cookies……ummm yeah, is that okay?”

FIXITMOMMY: “ Sure that’s fine! What’s wrong you don’t want your mom walking into the band room to deliver?”

BIG ONE: “Ummmmmm well, I mean you ummmmm could… or I can just come get them and take them to Mr. Band Teacher ummmmm ‘kay?”

FIXITMOMMY: “Dude, you don’t want your mom strolling in after school with cookies?”

BIG ONE: “No, it’s okay, I’ll come out to you. Okay, thanks Love you….” As she practically raced away from my car out into the rain.

So there you have it. It’s cool to be a band nerd. It’s cool to hang out in the band room cleaning up after school. It’s cool to be a Girl Scout. It’s cool to sell cookies. But it is definitely not cool for your mom to bring Girl Scout Cookies to the band room!


Just in case you need some cookies, you can order them online here!

A Call from the Principal

December 14, 2018

If only this was on her person and not on the kitchen counter today…

So when you have a kiddo like the Little One and the school calls during the day, you tend to lose a few years off your life. Granted the last time the school called me during the day, it was actually the Big One who got nailed in the face with a ball. She was the bloody, injured one. The Little One has been injury free for almost one full year (c’mon December 26!) So I really do need to cut her some slack.

Today, I was just minding my own business making cookies for a cookie exchange that I am attending tomorrow when my phone rang. As soon as I saw the number, my heart rate increased and a large pit began instantly forming in my gut.

This is how it went:


PRINCIPAL: Hello, is this Mrs. FIXITMOMMY?

FIXITMOMMY: Yeeeessssss

PRINCIPAL: Hi, this is Mr. PRINCIPAL, principal at XYZ School. First let me say all of your children are healthy, safe and okay. Nobody is hurt. They are all good.

FIXITMOMMY: Okkkkaaaaayyyyy

PRINCIPAL: Well, you know today Little One went on the field trip lunch reward to In-N-Out. Well, there was a little incident.

FIXITMOMMY: uhhhh-huhhhhh

FIXITMOMMY’s BRAIN: Oh dear God, she puked at In-n-Out

PRINCIPAL: Well, Little One ate and at some point got up to go to the restroom…

FIXITMOMMY’s BRAIN: OH MY GOSH!, She was pooping at In-N-Out and missed the limo bus back to school. She got left at In-n-Out! Oh that kid!

PRINCIPAL: She apparently put her retainer on her food tray. So while she was in the restroom one of the In-N-Out workers bussed her tray and… you know where this is going.

FIXITMOMMY: Retainer in the trash can…

PRINCIPAL:  Now the later group is still there with one of my vice principals. There are a couple In-N-Out employees going through the trash bags  right now trying to find it. If they find it, the vice principal will bring it back with her.

FIXITMOMMY: UGH! I’ll kill her

PRINCIPAL’S BRAIN: Great, now I cannot in good conscience send this poor child home today.

FIXITMOMMY: {starts with a giggle and then starts laughing really hard.}  Nobody needs to go through the trash. That is just plain gross! It’s just a retainer.

PRINCIPAL: Well, I am glad we can laugh about this. I have kids who had retainers, those things are not cheap. And well, they were willing to look for it.

FIXITMOMMY: No, they are not cheap and that is why I bought insurance for the things.

PRINCIPAL: Ohhhhhhhh well, they are insured. That’s why you can laugh about it. (talking to Little One) Your mom says they are insured. It’s okay.

FIXITMOMMY: {Still laughing.} Yeah she’s fine. It’s just a retainer.

PRINCIPAL: Well, we were REALLY nervous to make this phone call. Would you like to talk to her?

FIXITMOMMY: {Still laughing}  of course I’ll talk to her

LITTLE ONE:  Hi Moooommmmyyyy  *sniffle sniffle*

FIXITMOMMY: DUDE! It’s a retainer. It’s not the end of the world. Daddy will be ticked, but that’s why we bought insurance. It’s all good.

LITTLE ONE: I know, why do you think I told them to call you?


So that’s that, a retainer in the trash can at In-N-Out. We’ve survived another call from the school that did not result in an emergency room trip. Hooray for small miracles.

** Clearly names have been changed to protect the innocent. And I have taken the liberty of putting words in the principal’s brain.

How to Lose Your Dog’s Trust in Two Minutes

December 12, 2018

Gracie is 11. She is no spring chicken in dog years. Most days you would never know she is 11. She runs, plays, and jumps like a puppy. Last week she was acting a bit off.

On Monday, she didn’t eat or drink anything.

On Tuesday, she didn’t eat or drink anything.

On Wednesday, she couldn’t get out of bed.

Really it all started on Tuesday evening.  She was fine one minute and then the next she was walking all funky. Her back was arched and she was contorted a bit. She was walking with her body almost in a “C” shape. She wasn’t crying or whimpering or anything, she just seemed really stiff and uncomfortable. We decided to head to bed and see if she was better in the morning.

So, Wednesday morning rolled around. The Husband’s alarm went off at 4:30. And Gracie didn’t move. Normally as soon as his alarm goes off, she is bouncing like a kangaroo at his feet anticipating her morning walk. Not this day. She didn’t move from her bed.

My alarm went off at 5:30. Again Gracie didn’t move. I got in the shower, normally she comes in to make sure that I have not gone out via the secret escape hatch (she is convinced there is a secret escape, why else would she follow me every time I go in the bathroom??).

After my shower, I tried to coax her out of bed. She tried to get up, but each time she just couldn’t do it. It was almost as if someone had glued her down. She attempted to rise but couldn’t get her body up.

I decided to check to see if she had eaten or drank anything over night. She had not, so I decided to try to get some fluid in her as a first step. I made some rice and chicken broth. By the time it was done, she had managed to rise and walk out to the kitchen where I was. She inhaled the ½ cup of “soup” that I gave her. That was a good sign. I called the Vet. They didn’t have any openings so I made the first available appointment which was Thursday morning.

Gracie didn’t seem to be in distress, so I was okay with waiting 24 hours. In fact, she perked up quite a bit after eating. And she started walking normal again too.

We went to the Vet Thursday. The Vet does her exam and is fairly confident that it is probably just arthritis in Gracie’s back that caused all the issues. Just in case we decided to do a full blood panel. So, they took Gracie back to take her blood. The Vet said when they take a urine sample, they have to flip the dog over onto her back to extract it. But since Gracie’s back was hurting she didn’t want to put her through it. So instead the Vet entrusted me with getting a urine sample. “It’s really easy,” she told me. “Just put her leash on her, walk her outside, and when she squats put this little plastic tray under her to catch it.”

Sure, I thought, easier said than done.

I admit I waited a week. I was avoiding the task, but today was the day. I tried several times to get Gracie in the backyard to piddle. She was not having it. She mis-trusted me for some reason. I can’t imagine why. I mean for the last 11 years I haven’t cared when she goes out to pee so why on earth was it so important today?  She is no dummy.

So, the only other thing I could think of was to go for a “walk.”

I grabbed her leash and we headed out the front door. Normally she always stops in our next-door neighbor’s yard. Not today. She was dragging me down the street on a mission. Finally, we got to the corner. She stopped to sniff around the stop sign. I did my best to pull up the slack on the leash and get into position. Thankfully Gracie was fully enthralled in whatever she was smelling so that when she squatted, I swooped in behind her, placed the plastic tray under her and rejoiced as I heard the liquid hit the plastic (Don’t judge me. You have to celebrate the small moments sometimes).

Success! Gross, I know, but life is gross sometimes.

Here is where it got bad. I was praising her up and down for peeing.

She was looking at me like I was crazy.

Cars were driving by, wondering what in the hell the crazy lady squatting behind her dog was doing. It was a sight.

We both rose back to the upright position. Gracie went one way (to continue the walk) and I went the other way (towards home).

Now the dog was really confused. We just started there was no way we were going home already.

Ummm, as the person holding the steaming plastic tray of dog pee, we were most definitely not going for a walk, we were going home to get this sample in the appropriate vessel to get it to the Vet.

As I guided her back towards home (okay, maybe dragged her the first couple feet) I knew that Gracie has lost all trust me. She is not buying whatever I am selling today.

Poor dog. Yes, I am a terrible dog mom for the bait and switch. But sometimes you do what you gotta do.


Carpool Questions

December 7, 2018

So the girls typically walk to school with two friends, so it’s a group of four. We live in Southern California, weather is very rarely a problem. On occasion it’s blazing hot or as has been the case the last two days, it’s been pouring down rain. Being the nice mom that I am, I have picked the girls up to spare them from some of the rain (I say some, because I do not get really close to the school because those parents are crazy! The girls still have to walk a little bit, but I save them from most of the 15- minute walk home).

Each day when I pick-up the girls, there is inevitably an argument about who sits where in the Mom-Mobile 2.0.  There is a bench seat in the very back that sits three. A split row in the middle and, of course the shot-gun seat next to me. OH! I forgot after school we often pick-up a 5th girl and drop her off at the neighborhood elementary school where her mom works.

The way this works is the Little One always calls shot-gun. The Big One always sits in “her seat,” the seat behind the driver’s seat, because this is where the AC/heat control is for the back of the car. The Big One must always be in control (we all have issues).

So that leaves the seat behind the passenger and the back bench open. On the days that we have the 5th friend, she gets middle seat next to the Big One because A) she is in 8th grade like the Big One so she sits closer to the Big One, B) she is the first one to get out so it’s easier for her to not climb over everyone and their gear, and C) because she is always polite and grateful for the ride so I don’t expect her to climb in the back.

On the days we only have the four main girls, an argument always erupts about who gets to sit where. Girl A often attempts to call shot-gun and will literally race Little One to the car in an attempt to get in the front seat of MY car. When Little One wins the race, Girl A then refuses to get in the very back bench seat. So that leaves Girl B to always have to climb all the way into the back. Normally she doesn’t mind. She is a rockstar and just climbs back there. But on some days she is not feeling it. Yesterday was one of those days. It was pouring rain so the girls all had their huge backpacks and dripping wet umbrellas as the arguing began.

I should preface this, the day before it was raining even harder. While there was no arguing neither Girl A or Girl B said “thank you” for the ride. I was a little miffed at them to begin with. The other girl (let’s call her Girl 5) said thank you at least three times during the 4-minute drive. She was so gracious and grateful.

I admit, yesterday had been a long day at work. I was tired and stressed from the traffic, rain and everything else so I was in a bit of a rotten mood when I picked up the girls. As the arguing began, I was just not feeling it. Again, it was raining, they were wet, all their stuff was wet, the sliding door to my car was open so my car was getting even more wet and these girls are arguing about where to sit in the darn car. Are you kidding me?

I snapped, I don’t like barking at other people’s kids, but c’mon get in the damn car. Eventually Girl B climbed all the way in the back, while Girl A sat next to the Big One. I went on a mini-tirade about being grateful for the ride. That which seat you sit in really doesn’t matter. You will all get where you need to be. And, by the way, neither of you said thank you for the ride the day before so they needed to straighten up their attitude and manners or they could just walk home every day.

Not my best moment, I admit it.

So here are my questions, when you drive everyone’s kids everywhere are there arguments about who sits where? Is this just a weird thing we deal with? How do you avoid it?

My frame of reference is from my own childhood, of course. Yes, the days of walking up hill in the snow, blah, blah, blah. I did live in Virginia for a few years, so there were definite snow and rain days to deal with. On the very rare occasion someone’s parent offered to drive us to or from school I just got in the car. I didn’t care which seat I sat in. I was just grateful to be out of the elements and in somebody’s car. Yes, there were days when I was stuck in that backwards facing station wagon hatchback jump seat. Yes, I tend to get car sick, but I didn’t complain. I just got in the car and accepted the ride. Have times changed that much? Maybe I am the weird one, I don’t know anymore.