Carpool Moms.

If Dance Moms are branded, why can't Carpool Moms be... This week was our carpool meeting for Elementary school. I told Andy Wednesday night was the meeting and I was hosting it.  He looked at me and said, "can't you handle this on email".... I replied, well, we need to address new riders and potential outsiders that are trying to catch a ride... more complicated than an email....

I confess that I hate Dance Moms.... I mean the reality show on TLC... the girls are obsessed and I'm so sick of listening to Abby's snarly whine.... some of your might relate:) So, I coined us as Carpool Moms. It's a club, really. We need a name (next meeting agenda item). There are four of us in the pool. I drive most mornings due to my career and everyone else tends to the afternoons and taking care of my orphan at the end of the day. It's all good. The carpool crew consists of my neighbors, Tonia, Kristen and Amy.

We are so fortunate that the world aligned us to be neighbor-mates, really. We are the village. Not undermining our dear husbands who are the rocks. But the mothers watching out for the babies as if they were our own. Doesn't matter the age. All kids are our babies. God love them and god love my neighbors.

So the plan to hang out on our patio backfired. We had a terribly wonderful storm (we need the rain) and it was too wet. The party moved inside. I set up the dining room to be a place we could escape, like a cozy restaurant in the east village. We noshed on nibbles from Norway, including Smoked Salmon and Jarlsberg cheese. Plus many other great flavors that everyone contributed to.  What a delightful evening. We were able to escape the routine on a Wednesday night. Funniest part was after 9:30 we quickly realized the matter at hand. Everyone started throwing out the days they would drive. It got so crazy that I'm down to 3 mornings a week vs. 4-5 last year. I offered more wine to cut my days back even further... :) Next year, definately....

I'm not sure how many people can say they enjoyed their Wednesday night as much as us. I think we need to rethink the weekends and start celebrating life's moments when the moment is there. Routines are meant to be broken. That's the fabric of change that keeps us alive and growing.

Happy is my carpool moms. My village. My friends. So proud to be a part of such a fine group of courageous women.