I’m going to have to start paying other parents for jokes. The price? Carpools. Lots and lots of carpools, mostly during the hours between school and 0h-my-God-we-have-nothing-for-dinner!
Yesterday, after yet another day spent sitting with a steering wheel in front of me more often than not, I had to arrange back-to-back carpools involving jazz band members, soccer players, after-school Spanish helpees and track-and-field meeting attendees. When I mentioned this to my friend Amy, whose son would play the part of one of the soccer players in this traveling show, she said I should start my own “Cash Cab.”
“Yes! I texted her from the kitchen table while simultaneously eating breakfast, testing my son for his vocabulary test and telling my husband I had soccer carpool that night. “Cash Cab: Middle School.” And then I tweeted it, because I didn’t have time to write about it. Really, I still don’t, but I’m typing particularly fast.
What is it about the change of season that discombobulates our schedules, puts our butts in the car way more than usual and reduces normally prolific bloggers to less than 140 characters — of someone else’s joke? And why does it surprise us every single March, June, September and December?
Also, why did I buy a car with seven seats?
Whether it’s the change from indoor soccer to outdoor, or vice-versa. Whether it’s the “I’ve got to get school supplies/Christmas presents/new cleats/swim suits.” Or whether it’s the spring speaking, meeting, publishing, conference season, I am exceptionally busy, and I’ll bet you are, too.
All I know is that, come June, I just might need sponsors for “Cash Cab: Middle School” to pay for gas. And therefore, jokes.
Need a laugh? Check out the old Jeanne Tate Show: (I’d give it a TV-14):
