It seems I have found myself in a very un-organized car pool....thanks to my son. As anyone with teenagers can tell you the bus is very un-cool. They tolerate it their Freshman year because they are thinking....."I am riding the High School bus! I'm in High School! This is so cool!" But by the time their Sophomore year comes around the the bus has lost it's luster. This is where you find me. The 10th Grade Son doesn't want to ride the bus ever again. I started driving him each morning when the school year started a couple of months ago and it was really kind of nice. Just him and me and the dog driving to school. Me sipping on my coffee, the dog so excited to be riding in the car at such an early hour that she can barely stand it, and my son who is not a "morning person" answering my questions with as few words as possible.
Slowly that routine started to change when as we would be walking out the door 10th Grade Son's cell phone would start buzzing from his friends looking for a ride. Now, the question of who is driving doesn't get answered until about 5 minutes before it is time to go. That is because it is in the hands of 3 sometimes 4 teen age boys. None of the Moms have communicated with each other on this haphazard car pool. We are all taking our marching orders from our fifteen year old sons. So now each morning I dress and I am ready for anything. Some days I drive, some days I don't. Some days the dog gets to come and some days she doesn't. Today I drove. The dog stayed home.
So there I was with 3 teenage boys in my minivan with the air vents purposely aimed at my face and blasting air just so I can breathe. Whoever invented "Axe" Body Spray for "boys" (come on we all know this product was never intended for "Men").........should be forced to carpool with 3 teenage boys wearing their product. That is all I am going to say. Do you have any Advil? I still have a headache.