I survived the week! And props to all the parents out there for doing all the sh*t I’m so happy I don’t have to do…driving all the time, dinner, bedtime. OMG. Just doing pick-ups and drops-offs added two hours to my day! I can’t imagine having to do that all the time. And the talking. So much talking. Kennedy talks nonstop! And normally, it’s so cute and adorable, but when I have to hear it for 30 minutes straight at 6:45 am…whoa. Apparently, I love the quiet.

Thankfully, one night, I didn’t have to drive forever to get Ken home because I met my sister at the train. I call it the “kidnap the child” scenario and this is how it goes down. I pick up Kennedy at school, take her to the train stop and then we wait.

My sister calls me when she’s almost there to tell me what car she’s in and what door to go to. When the train arrives, I throw Kennedy on the train and walk away.

It’s super fun and it feels strange to just put a kid on the train (even if she’s with her mom) and watch the doors close! It just feels wrong and like something someone would do if they kidnapped a kid: pick her up at school, take her to a train to meet someone else involved in the kidnapping and off they go to meet someone else, etc. But I do it anyway because it saves me a million hours of driving.

The dog with my sister is my new niece, Bevy! She’s my sister’s guide dog and she is awesome. I’m so happy my sister has her now. It was a long process that included a three week training course in New York in November/December last year. She goes almost everywhere with my sister, including on flights, on the train and in the car. I didn’t realize that when she rides in the car, she rides like this:

That is Bevy sitting on the floor in front of the passenger seat in my car, with her head between my sister’s legs. She doesn’t like it that much, but she’s trained to curl up into a pretty small space. Oh and she’s a 70 pound german shepherd.

And when they fly (which is about once/month right now), she is trained to sit underneath the seat in front of my sister. Cray-cray.

All in all, it was a successful week and so f*cking exhausting we all survived. I also managed to make four Instant Pot meals for the kids (Kennedy and Elijah), get Kennedy to bed on time and not call in sick to my own job. Now, it’s time for a massage.