Minivan Mum


VOL 9. - THE AFTER SCHOOL 
CHAOTIC CARPOOL

When you own a Ute, your mates know they can ask you to help them move. Move anything really
– fridge, couch, house even!

When you are the Minivan Mum, your friends ask you to assist with pick-up and drop offs. Most
commonly the school pick up.

Today was no different.

Some people climb Everest. Some eat 32 hot dogs in 30 seconds. Me? Well, I am the master of
the Minivan. School pick-up-car-seat Tetris is my gift.

We were at capacity today for school pickup and I didn’t even break a sweat. Not one grown up
word was uttered, muttered or softly breathed. 1:7 ratio (and yes, I know 4 of those are my own
offspring but trust me, this is still impressive!)

AND it was pouring rain.

Ages 6 – 15, ferried around 6 different drop off points, listened to 8 songs in total, one of which I
still question was age appropriate but I am confident they were singing the wrong words,
so I don’t think it mattered. 2 arguments, one of which was about said song lyrics so
maybe it did matter … Oops.

The other argument was about whether I turn left or right into their street.

New rule, google maps – always right.

Child who has lived in the same house their entire life – not always right.

Requests for snacks somewhere between 18 and 7005. I stopped counting after 18. And don’t forget the
41 (not-so-subtle) hints to swing by the drive thru.

And I almost hit a dog.

I wonder who will play me in the midday movie?

Love, Minivan Mum