The Joys of Car Line...

Car line in and of itself is not stressful to most people.

I am not most people.

I find it stressful.

First of all, some of those parents are really scary. They seem to be in a hurry. Um, it's a line of cars that is stopping and starting based on how fast kids can get into the back seat. I hate to break it to you people, but...

THE LINE WILL NEVER MOVE FAST.

So honking at me b/c I'm letting someone, who is holding up traffic in the road by the way, cut in front of me isn't going to get you through the line any faster.

And then there are those who just cut you off. Ya nice example for your kids. And we wonder why our kids are selfish and nasty to others...hum...

Second, they put those kids right on the curb. Heaven forbid someone gets pushed and falls off into the path of a car. Who's driver isn't looking straight ahead at the road in front of them, but is trying to find their kids in the mass of kids sitting on the sidewalk.

And then there is the fact that when I finally get up to where my kids are they all pile in and start talking at once. But then there is my poor 5 year old who is soooo excited to see his brother and sisters that he pipes up too. And then the baby who will not go unheard.

Then my girls push to the passenger side back seat window and hang out to wave at all their friends. It's sort of reminiscent of those old war time movies when the families lean out the windows b/c they may not see there loved ones again.

But today was especially fun as we pulled up to the line and I stopped my 5 year old starts wailing and gaging. And before I could get anything back to him he started throwing up all over himself. Now when I say wailing I don't mean fussing because he doesn't feel good... I mean all out wailing. So I grab the Walmart bag hanging from the dash (the bag that drives my husband crazy) that we use as a trash bag and tell him to throw up in it...

Which he does. At some point I have to roll down my window and tell the man with the walkie talkie my name. He just looks at me strangely.

Then upon the patrol opening the door to let my kids in he says in a LOUD voice. "I threw up."

The girls of coarse start freaking out and talking about sick germs and not wanting to touch him. All before they are actually even in the car.

So now that everyone within earshot is staring at us... we get the door closed, I smile and wave and pull away.

Sigh.

But the good thing about car line is that I know we'll have another chance to create a ruckus tomorrow. Because it's always there. And in my case will be for years and years to come.