Ever since Frisco Aquatics announced their new 2009 practice schedule which, unfortunately, messed up carefully coordinated carpool arrangements, I’ve been trying to convince myself that I truly could be like other moms and be a taxi driver every single day after school. But every time I thought about it, my stomach would knot up and I’d feel like I had a huge weight pressing down on my chest. Aagh! Why is it so hard from me to load my kids up and run hither and yon? What is it is so overwhelming for me to cart them with me to and fro? Why can’t I seem to get my act together? Why can’t I tune out temper tantrums and a screaming baby while cruising the streets of Frisco? Why do I have a panic attack at the thought of a M/T/TH/F routine of lugging baby Tad in and out of Frisco Natatorium while making sure that Miss Vivi doesn’t get run over, not to mention the whole piano lesson trek to Carrollton each Wednesday? Why do I have to be so insanely stubborn and feel so incredibly guilty when I think about scaling back after-school activities???
Today during church, I realized that it was ok to cry “UNCLE.” Even though OTHER moms seem to be able to be able to manage these seemlingly simple tasks, I simply cannot right now. And you know what. I’m ok with that. I think that means I’ve made the right choice.
