{"id":2252,"date":"2013-03-05T10:55:38","date_gmt":"2013-03-05T15:55:38","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/?p=2252"},"modified":"2013-03-05T10:55:38","modified_gmt":"2013-03-05T15:55:38","slug":"driver-for-life","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/2013\/03\/driver-for-life.html","title":{"rendered":"Driver for Life"},"content":{"rendered":"

My husband is taunting me with pictures on Facebook of elegant dining rooms and lingering dinners. He texted me a photo of the snacks at one of his meetings: a bucket–yes, a bucket<\/em>–of gummy bears. He went to bed last night with no one kicking him in the ribs.<\/p>\n

I–oh, wait a minute. I just stepped in a pile of Kix lying on the floor and have made a huge mess. What was I going to say? Whatever it was, suffice it to note that I am not having the elegant time of my husband, who has been swept off for the week for a conference in Berlin. <\/p>\n

But alas it is not all bad here. Well, the sobs from the girl about missing Daddy, the boy’s refusal to practice his viola, and the insult-to-injury early release day today notwithstanding, things are going just hunky dory.<\/p>\n

For starters, I’ve learned my daughter will not only live with me her entire life, but I shall have the privilege of chauffeuring her until the end of my days. In the car, we had this discussion:<\/p>\n

The girl: When Doodles goes on his retreat this weekend, I get to be alone with you and Daddy!
\nMe: Yes, you do.
\nThe girl: Doodles, you had two years alone with Mommy and Daddy.
\nThe boy: Huh?
\nMe: Yep. Before you were born, Doodles.
\nThe boy: Oh.
\nMe: But, Pie, you’ll have two years alone with us when your brother goes away to college.
\nThe boy: But I want to go to M.I.T., so I won’t be going away.
\nMe: Even if you do get to go to M.I.T., you’re going to want to live on campus.
\nThe boy: I can do that?
\nMe: Yes. It’s part of the college experience, moving out of the house, living with friends. It’s something you’ll be ready to do by the time you go to college.
\nThe boy: Okay.
\nThe girl: Not me! I’m not going to college because I don’t ever want to leave home!
\nMe: You may find you feel differently when you’re 17.
\nThe girl: No way! I just won’t go to college.
\nMe: Well, if you feel that way, we are in a major college town and there are plenty of schools you can go to and still live at home. Heck, there’s a college just 15 minutes away.
\nThe girl: And you’ll drive me to class?
\nMe: Uh, no. You’ll drive yourself to class.
\nThe girl: No way! I’m not going to college unless you’re driving me to classes!<\/p>\n

Let’s re-visit this blog post in 2023, shall we?<\/p>\n

In the meantime, I’m getting a decent amount of editing done on my novel, and I’m feeling good about the changes I’m making. And I just had a short-short accepted for publication in the Sierra Nevada Review<\/em><\/a>, which is always an exciting thing. And I know I have a big bag of gummies coming to me at the end of the week (are you paying attention, Adam?). <\/p>\n

Back to writing. Gotta get as much done as I can before I’m expected back behind the wheel. Ta ta!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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