Ah crap! He just called and he needs a ride home from band camp at 4:00pm. And then, of course, he’ll need a ride back to band camp at 6:00pm. But, don’t you worry, we’ve got it covered at 9:30pm. Mark can get him then.

Grrr! Why on earth did they schedule it like this? So they can get out of feeding them? Sheesh! They should not only feed them, they should be keeping them over night. The way they’ve got it set up, it’s practically all work for the poor kids. Isn’t band camp supposed to be fun?

Oh, and get this! Guess where they are? They are at their very own school!! What? In Dallas, you go to one of the colleges, and you spend the night, and yeah, they work your ass off, but, you’re having so much fun you don’t give a shit.

So now I gotta call and beg someone to go to the school twice for us. I hate asking for rides. I hate it. I feel like such a mooch, like I’m totally imposing on people. And I know it is only gonna get worse as the school year gets going, with all of their activities. Gah.

It’s moments like these when I really regret moving out here.

Off to go beg….