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My Evolution As A Mommy-mobile

I never wanted to be one of those moms. The mommy-mobiles. The harried, twitchy women forever gazing at wristwatches and staring at calendars. Oh, don't think that I have anything against what these women do. They let their children take part in a variety of activities. Its great for the kids, I just never wanted to be in the position that the parents are in. Its not as though I can dislike these women, especially since slowly, one activity, club or sports team at a time, I became one.

Yes, I am a mommy-mobile. I realized it today as I was taking a lunch break from writing. "Oh," I thought to myself, staring at the calendar, "I guess I can't cook that for dinner tonight. It's Monday and basketball is on Monday. Okay, so tomorrow... no. Tomorrow is Brownies and then there's Guides the next night." Wow. Where did the week go?

The monkey wrench this week is that we are expecting house guests. Which means that the standard crazy-day fare of pogos, soup or KD simply will not do. So I am certain that for the next few days, I will be one of the twitchy-eyed legions counting down the minutes until I can rush to my next commitment.

Now, rationally, I know that the amount on my plate is so much less than many other mommy-mobiles have to deal with. And that's the way I want it. Its hard to turn down the kids when they ask for something else. But as I would like to be able to actually enjoy watching what they are doing, I think we are topped out on our sports, clubs and hobbies for now.

Please keep this in mind if you are there when the kids ask to do just one more thing, and I run screaming from the room. The kids might be confused and it would be great to have someone there to explain it to them.
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