Schoolward Routine
I think one of the things I'll be remembered for by my children is the number of shoes I've untied while driving like Dale Earnhardt Jr. towards their schools. It's always down to the wire (or shoestring, in this case) with both child and mother hopin against hope that there will be no running to class with one shoe in their hand and untied laces flailing about helplessly on the other shoe perched precariously on the end of their toes. Lest you trivialize this task let me tell you this is no small "feet." For some reason, my kids take delight in knotting each lace a minimum of 237 times each. And every knot is tied with the skill and technique of a neurosurgeon. So there I am, steering the car with my knees, picking wildly at bits of stubborn lace clinging tenaciously to its sibling, shouting out last minute school related reminders with the likeness of an AK-47, and fishing around for lunch money in the drink holders. Must look odd to innocent bystanders. This, of course, explains the absence of neatly manicured nails but my only hope in that regard is Velcro. Nevertheless, I pride myself on a perfect record.