The Goat Way

Two posts and I'm already starting to feel the pressure. I hadn't really intended on posting daily. I know, I know. What the heck else would a full-time working mother of three do in her spare time? However, it looks like at least half of my two followers want to see more. So, this is for you.

Nolan is in swimming lessons on Sunday mornings; Cameron & Riley go Thursdays after school. It was impossible to get them all in together and, quite frankly, what the heck else would a full-time working mother of...well, you get the picture. To be honest, it works out well this way. The older kids go to school in town and it's easy for me to leave work a little early, whip over to the school, pick them up and take them to the pool. Nolan? Not so much. Daycare is out of town, closer to home, and the driving back and forth is too much. But this works. Besides, Paul isn't in town every day like I am so he often takes Nolie on Sundays and then does his running around while he's there.


Now, whenever we go anywhere, there are really only two routes we can take...both involve driving north up our road and either turning right and curling towards the highway or continuing north to the same highway. We have creatively named these routes 'the mail way' and 'the goat way'. I know - the sheer imagination here is astounding. If you look to the top of this post (go ahead, I'll wait), that's 'the goat way' that you see. It's my favourite route. Goats are comical creatures. 'The mail way' is darned exciting too, especially with our new and improved Canada Post Superbox (installed just two weeks ago) but somehow it isn't as fascinating as 'the goat way'. I can get a picture of our mailbox if you'd like and you can decide for yourself but I think you'd agree, 'the goat way' is the way to go.

Which brings me back to swimming and every other excursion that involves more than one child. Invariably, as we approach the turn in the road, I ask, "Goat way or mail way?". And just as that turn in the road is always there, so too are the arguments over which way we're going to go. You'd think I'd learn.

Sunday's swimming session involved only Paul and Nolan. The day was cold, the snow was falling and Nolan was bundled up in winter coat, boots and toque. After the lesson, they left the pool, hit a few stores looking for soil for our apple trees (that's a story for another day) and eventually arrived home. Nolie, with his usual flair, removed his boots and toque. Apparently his hair was wet when he first donned his hat. That boy was a site to behold.

And they had taken 'the goat way' home.

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~Liz