minivan confessional


Sometimes when I’m in the car with the kids, and they are being exceptionally loud, I turn on the GPS system and tell them they must be completely quiet so I can listen to the directions.  It’s just that the soothing voice of British Simon directing me home is much more tolerable than screaming and fighting.  Even if he is telling me how to get from the kid’s school to my home, or some other place I’ve driven a million times.  The kids haven’t caught on to the ruse yet, and it buys me some quiet time.



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