You know that ohshit moment when you realize you forgot something in the oven?
Well, I do that, except instead of food, I occasionally forget to pick up one of my kids.
Football last night.
In my defense, it was the second practice of the day, which translates to the fourth pick-up…for him. (plus two for Diva #13)
Annnnnnnnd, the final pick up was at 9 pm, meaning my brain had called it quits several hours prior.
Thank God for cell phones.
Not HIS cell phone though, which apparently is flat line due to water damage which by the way, is a complete mystery, because he absolutely did NOT have it anywhere near even a drop of water let alone a leaky athletic drink in his bag. (my personal expert wannabe CSI investigator opinion)
He borrowed someone else’s phone to call.
Everyone has a cell phone, right?
Which made me think, HOW on earth did our generation survive our teens without portable communication devices?
Then it occurred to me.
If it was under 20 miles… we WALKED.
With an armful of books (backpacks were for camping) clunky over-sized projects the size of an empty refrigerator box, sports equipment without a fancy-carrying-bag and over-sized band instruments (I actually played the tenor sax for awhile- no shit) to name a few.
In the snow, sleet or rain.
We walked everywhere.
Apparently, walking 10 miles in the snow wearing a short cheerleading skirt with a tenor sax on your back leads to adult awesomeness.
I didn’t forget to say books, because those usually stayed in my locker.
Our kiddo’s are doomed.
It’s a damned good thing they have awesome parents.