"No, life cannot be understood flat on a page. It has to be lived; a person has to get out of his head, has to fall in love, has to memorize poems, has to jump off bridges into rivers, has to stand in an empty desert and whisper sonnets under his breath... We get one story, you and I, and one story alone. God has established the elements, the setting and the climax and resolution. It would be a crime not to venture out, wouldn't it?"

--Donald Miller

Soccer Mom

Friday, July 8, 2011

After nannying two girls for most of the day throughout this past week as their mother went on a trip, my car has gotten rather cluttered. Instead of describing my week, here's a snapshot of what I cleaned out of my car tonight:

  • A ridiculous amount of fruit snacks
  • Garbage bags, the huge, heavy-duty kind that janitors use, because anything can, and probably will, happen
  • Socks, two pairs of three different sizes
  • Chuck E. Cheese tokens
  • Whoopie cushion from Chuck E. Cheese that immediately broke after being used once (can't say I was too disappointed about that)
  • Juice box straws. Which, by the way, I have become awfully talented in driving one-handed while the other hand searches for fallen juice box straws behind me/places straw into the microscopic hole of the juice box. Don't you just feel so safe with me on the road?
  • A fishing pole
  • A dog biscuit
  • More fruit snacks
  • Three bathing suits and towels, along with various pool accessories
  • Bug spray and sunscreen
  • Sidewalk chalk
  • Nine cups used for my favorite childhood summertime activity: catching crawdads
  • Two shoes that don't match
  • Various bits of candy

It's been a rather eventful week, especially since I've had to come to terms with officially becoming a soccer mom.

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