At the beginning of the school year, I (read: my husband) switched them to a different school. A school that is about 3 times the amount of driving time as the old school. Of course, Thrifty doesn't have to drive them. It's quite difficult to fit two small children on the back of a motorcycle.
So, after a bout of road rage where I attempted to run down a woman in a mini van who cut me off and then turned left from the right lane (where the children learned more words for their Chris Rock routine the next time they are around English speakers), I decided that for the sake of my sanity and our lives, I should quit driving.
However, there is only one bus line that leaves from where I live. And unfortunately, the route that it should take is under construction, so it's a long, jerky, bumpy ride that way.
So I do what anyone would do. I drive to a nice large
And feel only slightly guilty about it.
I'm not sure if the lack of hippie guilt makes up for the "parking lot" guilt.
But it's working at keeping me somewhat sane. I have not yet tried to run over anyone who cut me off on the tram.
Although, it would be awesome to be a tram driver. Maybe I should look into that. Then I could run people down at will.
On second thought, they probably require good Polish skills. And they probably frown upon morning drinking.