I literally have to check their schedules before making a date with my husband. If Train A leaves Chicago at 8am, carrying 30 cows. . . Well, I sometimes feel like my transit life has become one big story problem. I do not spend one minute more than I have to in that vehicle. Still trapped, yes, but the variety keeps me sane.
Mealtimes suffer due to the taxi schedule as well.
I know some Moms who use those pots to slowly cook food all day while they are running all over town. I have contacted Westinghouse about having my glove box turned into a microwave, Kenmore about the possibility of refrigerating the underseat storage drawer, and Boeing about having an airplane toilet installed in the spare tire well. I suppose that it will only get worse as they get older. More activities, more friends, more miles. The Center For Approximate Approximations says I will lose the tread on roughly five sets of tires and burn through 6,372 gallons of gas before my oldest is old enough to drive.