Not The Boss Of Me

There have been times in my life when I felt like I had things well under control, that I was master of my own destiny as well as of what I was going to be doing with my time. That was…before.

Before I had kids.

Before I had teens.

These days, having spent today making sure everyone got to and from the many and varied places they needed to be, it sure doesn’t feel like master of anything. Except maybe the schedule. And the Family Truckster.

I guess that basically makes me a Minion. But at least I’m a pretty special one.

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