I don’t know about the rest of you but when I had that first little bundle of joy, I didn’t expect to later be picking him up and dropping him off at various activities six times a week. Then came two more bundles of joy, which multiples those activities and shuffle time.
This past Friday the queen and I picked the tween up from a school dance. We were listening to all the goings on of a middle school dance as we drove down the road. I decided if the teen was going to have to be picked up much later, I was going to need a drive thru for some quick caffeine. As we drove, I could hear the queen begging for some Skittles from the tween and the tween continuing to turn her down. By the way, Skittles smell so good? Every wish you could get some in only red?
Me: Those Skittles sure do smell good.
Tween: They sure do. Would you like some?
Que the queen grumbling that she has been asking and not been granted a few.
Me: No, thanks though.
Queen: Oh, you’ll give some to Mom but won’t share with me?
Tween: Of course, she gave me life. You can’t ask for more than life. What have you given me besides a hard time and a headache?
Queen: Are you serious? How can I give you life? I’m the little sister.
Oh the joys of driving with kids in the car. The sibling rivalry just doesn’t stop. And neither do the filled up spaces on the family calendar.