waiting for the car to heat up
Tonight is the chorus/band concert at the elementary school. And I have been to 14 (FOURteen) of these hot and crowded events in the past 7 years. (Because I love my kids, silly.)
But tonight is the first one that I will attend while my child will be playing in the band. (The squeaky and adorable elementary school band.) That’s right; my son took up the trumpet. And I am impressed.
I am even more impressed that by 7AM this morning he had showered, dressed, *done his HAIR,*(<--he never does that!) and was wearing his coat and school bag and had already kissed daddy goodbye. He was 45 minutes early.
Well, I’m off to the post office. I need to make sure that I’m on time for the chorus/band concert and I have a feeling the lines are going to be loooooooooooooooooong with people holding all their last minute parcels. I have 7 hours. (Do you think a stroller will efficiently hold 2.5 year old twins in line while I have my arms loaded to the hilt? Hm. Thought not.)