Parent Teacher Interviews and the Death of Me....
Yesterday it took me a full hour and 45 minutes to get to my new school. This is after the bus I wanted to catch (and was supposed to leave at 3:08) zoomed by a full 7 minutes earlier than scheduled, and the next one wasn't supposed to be there for another 25.... This morning I woke up at 5:30 in order to get to this morning's 8AM PTIs on time. It should be a 25 minute drive, max. I can't do this on either end of every day. Will go and look at cars after the interviews in order to try and save my sanity. Or something....
posted by Vanessa @ 6:05 AM
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Must be some kind of day for stunted travelling. I feel your pain. Unlike you, however, I have a vehicle. I wish it had made my travels today smoother. Alas, it did not. I had orchestrated a day sans enfants - a lovely journey to Kingston down a winding road, dotted with lakes. And, most importantly, some much needed alone time, for my heart and mind. As I headed off, taking my first deep breath of what I hoped to be many, the van clunked audibly. A quick detour to the mechanic en route, I thought, to put my mind at ease. It would be kind to describe this vehicle as temperamental as it has died four times in almost as many months, usually with some configuration of children on board. So. I think you sense the end of my story and, yes, I am home, not in Kingston, without a vehicle again, trying desperately to find that peace of mind in the daily chaos of my world. Keep on breathing, I tell myself. You too...........and buy a GOOD car.
Sarah
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