Taxi

I was joking the other morning about the joys of parenthood or what sometimes feels in our house as taxi hood.

“mom can you take me”, “dad I need dropping off.” “can you pick me up at so so time”. “you don’t mind dropping my friend off.”

With ice skating lessons at 6am and choir lessons till after 7pm some days I feel are spent behind the wheel of the car.

Yes I get tired, yes at times it bugs me.

Yet it is so worth it.

My girls are enjoying all that life has to offer, participating in sports the arts, making friends and having fun.

Though the big thing for me is while I am dropping them off I know they are safe.

Tax costs, diesel costs = £££s having my girls safe =priceless

Anyone call a taxi??

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