Glasses in the Car

It’s Wednesday, which means I am hauling kids to all sorts of places, and waiting in the car during YaYa’s oboe lesson. At least I get some reading done in snatches here and there.

I’m on a quest to better my poor attitude about driving kidlets to this place and that place all hours of the day. These days, if I’m not teaching, I seem to be a bus driver. The most frustrating part of this is that I’m always being interrupted to drive someone somewhere. Also, sometimes its hard to have a happy perspective about winter driving, when its cold and the streets are slippery.