I blog about what I know.
Maybe that’s why I don’t blog more often.
These days, the Evil Spawn is the center of our universe.
Not because she’s a good kid. Or an only child (this only applies if you don’t count my son, Buddy the Dog).
Everything revolves around her because she’s involved in everything.
Basketball. Softball. Piano. The drums. 4-H. Church choir.
You name it and she wants to be a part of it (except cleaning her room… because I’ve named it… and she wants NO part of it).
Which means we are busy.
I’m not sure who decided 10 year olds can’t drive, but they obviously didn’t have a 10 year old who needed to be transported to 8 different things on a Tuesday evening.
This new kind of life for children is an adjustment for me.
When I was a kid back in the late 70′s and early 80′s we weren’t nearly this busy.
We had time on our hands.
We rode our bikes.
We played in the woods.
We threw rocks in ponds. And at street signs. And at trains (don’t judge me).
We complained about being bored.
Now it’s all different.
There are practices. And games. And camps. And uniforms to wash. And overnight trips.
Mostly, there isn’t time to sit around and watch the world pass by.
I don’t think this new world is all bad.
But it’s certainly different.
I can’t imagine what things will be like when The Evil One is a parent (scary, I know… but yes, she will one day give birth to the Evil Grandchild).
I can’t imagine kids will be busier than they are now, but what do I know (to review… I think we established I know little or nothing earlier in this blog).
I do think I have a solution. A law.
A law that makes it illegal for children under the age of 16 to do homework in the car.
This wouldn’t solve all of the worlds problem, but it would certainly slow down youth sports.