They say when you buy a house it becomes your money pit. You’re always putting something into it, but the money never comes back out! Well boys and girls, they’re not just talking about money, they mean your time, too!
I thought for sure when we moved right next to the school that I’d have more time. I’d be able to quilt, to cross-stitch and needlepoint, I’d be able to start canning stuff, life would be bliss! But, no. That great killjoy and fun-sucker, responsibility, has crept in and taken over with a vengance.
Now that we’re right next to the school, B & S can come right home after school instead of hanging out at Dad’s until I come to pick them up. That right there eats a whole 90 minutes of my social schedule up! And now that I can’t use “I got held up by that train!” as an excuse, they kind of frown upon you being late to pick up the kindergartener.
Don’t these people know I have better things to do like, nap? And shop? And laundry???
I swear, the inconsiderateness of some people…