What its Friday?

One would think since its a Friday that it means you can relax, not around here. It only means that instead of dropping off the boys at their own practice and then picking them up at basically what I feel like is bed time. It means their is football games, girls to see, showers and primping like any normal teenage boy does. Leaving the house in a fog from all the cologne that they spray on their bodies.It takes an act of congress to get them where they need to be in the manner in which they want to get there. Just wait anyone who has a cute adorable baby boy or girl once they get to be 13 or 14 you never have the same children ever again. They some how somewhere must take a very intense class on how to have 40 different conversations on the same phone, going at the same time with all different options. Then, just when you think you know where it is they want to be nope different girls, different place, different drop zones. It makes me crazy. Tim and I laugh all the time we remind each other what older and much wiser folks have told us "your going to miss that someday". So,when before 5 pm and we have driven 100 miles I sing that song in my head "your gonna miss this". They don't go to sleep with bed time stories being told anymore we pile up on their beds and they give me the break down of their evening.... I do love those times now,it makes you feel like a really good mom when they want to share that kind of low down scoop. So really at the end of the wild and lots of miles driven would I trade it for anything in the world no way I love them boys with every fiber in me and I would do it forever if I could.