It’s true, I am going to stop procrastinating.
Just as soon as I find the time.
Kalina got her driver’s license yesterday. It’s an exciting (if terrifying) milestone. It sounds so simple to say, “she got her license”. But, in my life, that’s a bit like saying, “Apollo went to the doctor”.
I leave in six days for New Zealand. I will be gone three weeks. I am not sure if you know it or not, but I am the mom and Default Parent in this house. I oversee dishes, laundry, meals, transportation, childcare, school, homeschooling, doctors appointments and visits, housecleaning,
So yeah, for me to leave for three weeks is kind of a big deal. Especially when Apollo only has school two days per week and therefore needs childcare the other three days.
And my entire plan (friends, grandma, older kids) depends on Kalina’s ability to drive.
I know what you are thinking, Renee, you have a whole week to spare. How can that possibly be considered procrastinating?
Well, it sure felt like it when she took her written test this Tuesday and her driving test on Wednesday.
Oh, and on the way to her driver’s test (that we had to squeeze in before her first class of the day) the very distinct odor of dog poo made its way into my nostrils.
Kalina, it seems. brought a little (or a big) souvenir from home.
Now, while I am absolutely sure that there is no box to check on the driver’s test specifically mentioning dog poo (or the lack there of) I do believe that having chunks of labradoodle poo on the passenger side floor (where the instructor needs to sit) is not a good idea.
So, after dropping off Apollo off at school, we detoured to my parents’ house (thanks Mom and Dad) to borrow paper towels and disinfectant.
Once that was done we drove to the DOL to practice parallel parking and then to the driving school to take the test. Kalina took the test and *drum roll* passed with flying colors.
Then it was back to the DOL for her actual license.
$89 later and she was a licensed driver.
Then we drove back to the college for class. With 30 minutes to spare.
Oh, and did I mention I am spending the next three days at my friend’s house caring for her two medically fragile foster babies. Who need to be tube fed and cathed?
Because, after all, I can just finished packing and prepping for my trip when I get home on Monday.