The school run
I appreciate that in yesterday’s blog I may have sounded a little bitter about the distance I have to drive to and from school each day – sometimes up to three times a day.
It’s actually up to 138kms a day. Just on school runs.
It’s my fantasy that my children can cycle to our local school, which is 2kms away. But that won’t happen unless my husband ditches his job and gets a job working for Emirates (the children of EK employees have priority at my community school).
Anyway, today DS was telling me how much he loves me. We like the book ‘I
love you to the Moon and back’ and it’s become a bit of a family joke to make inter-galactic declarations about how much we love each other.
So tonight I said, ‘I love you to the Moon and back infinite times, plus to the Sun and back and then to Abu Dhabi and back. Then I love you to England and back every day for the rest of my life.’
Impressive, no? But DS trumped me with the ultimate accolade.
‘I love you…’ He said, struggling for words that were big enough, distances that were great enough… ‘uh… to school and back.’
It’s not just me, then.