I'm now a taxi-driving soccer mom. I spend way too much time every day driving around D and several other smelly, sweaty, soccer-playing teenage boys. All I need is a minivan with those stick figure stickers on the back that show how many people are in our family and my suburban nightmare will be complete. I hate driving. I don't really enjoy sports. Why couldn't my kids be into yoga or at least be part of a team that practices within walking distance of my house?
I know, I know. First world mom problems. And soccer season will be over soon. Unless they make the play-offs...