It's just a carpool. Do we need to be married to it?
The answer is probably no, but I’m going to try anyway.
It’s Wednesday, my day off from the local Urgent Care. But let’s face it, I’m a mother. Wednesday is get-errands-done-cram-everything-in day. So of course that’s my carpool day.
Elisha works from home on Wednesday, so he’s around when the elementary kids come home, giving me that leeway to run out, but right now, I need to pick up more black tights for Shira, drop off an Amazon return, get some corn on the cob because Elisha asked for some and the man never has food preferences, and return a book to the library.
“May the odds be ever in your favor,” I mutter to myself.
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