3 of them. 1 of me.
Monday night.
Drop Jake off at baseball practice.
Write my phone number on his Gatorade bottle.
Go pick up Brett's friend for soccer practice.
Drop the soccer players off.
Pick up Brylee's friend for gymnastics.
Assure Brylee I'm coming right back, wipe her tears off, tell the girls bye.
Rush back to pick up Jake from baseball.
Hungry boy.
Go through a drive-thru.
Go back to pick up the girls.
Drop Anmol off.
Pick up the soccer players.
Drop Collin off.
35 miles of driving back and forth.
Showers, bedtime reading, back rubs.
They are out like a light.
