Shannon was nice enough to stay home with Kylie while we did these things this morning. Thank you, Shannon...it was much less stressful this way.
Apparently, Danni had promised Shannon that as soon as she got her license, the two of them would go to Starbucks to celebrate with an icy cream frappacino thing, or whatever it is that they get there. The things with no coffee that are kind of like milkshakes. Steve gets free $5 giftcards to Starbucks at work all the time, and since he doesn't drink coffee and neither do I, he gives them to the girls.
I thought it would be nice if they took Kylie with them, because she'd been stuck in the house all morning too. Shannon was not happy about this. I did not care. I made them take her.
So here I sit, all by myself in the house, with all three of my children driving around in one car, without me. I try not to let myself think of the horrible implications of a single accident for that car. Dwelling on that would make me crazy. So I won't. Besides, they can use all residential streets to get to Starbucks. In fact, we're almost out of milk, and there's a Basha's right next to Starbucks, so I gave D some extra money and told her to get us some milk too. I think maybe I'm starting to see the advantage in this.
There they are, at the end of our street, driving away...without me. The funny part is I just now got a phone call from Danni's phone, but it was Shannon. I said,
"Please don't tell me you've been in an accident already."
"No, Danni just told me to call you and tell you that we're at Basha's and that we're fine."
They know me so well.
Please be careful, baby. That's some precious cargo you're carrying around. And I'm not just talking about your little sisters.