I’m convinced my son couldn’t find his way out of a paper bag. 5pm he calls me to go pick him from soccer practice. Not wanting to sound like a bad mom, let me explain my aversion to picking him up from soccer practice. It’s at Millar field, half way across the island – yes Lynne, I hear you say, what’s up with that, the island is only 15ml by 7ml – Well yes BUT, Millar field is adjacent to a high school, which is next to one of THE most busiest strips on the island – 2 hours, 2 friggin hours to get from my house and back!
There should be a bloody law, no one is aloud on the roads when I’m using them. Tomorrow he will get a ride, take money for a bus, or walk.
