Well, I was pulled over last night, as I turned off the interstate to go into Jerome, for what the cop percieved as "driving under the influence". As soon as he walked up shining his flashlight in the windows and saw 6 kids, groceries, piano books and tennis shoes littering the interior of my Suburban, he was all ready changing his mind. Yes, I was driving under the influence. The influence of too many thoughts and conversations going on in my car, all at the same time, and at 10 o'clock at night! ("Mom, are we going to cross country practice tomorrow?".... "Can we stop at Wal-Mart so I can buy an MP3 player?"........hmmm....if I decide to stop at Wal-Mart should I get the dog a flea collar?....when am I going to have time to deal with the 3 boxes of fruit I just bought from Kristi?......what the heck was I thinking buying 3 boxes of fruit right before going to Oregon!....how late is going to be when we get all these groceries put away and I can go to bed?....) When the nice cop asked me if I realized I'd been driving on the fog line for a while and then on the rumble strip before turning onto the Jerome exit, I gave him a blank look. (I actually had to think what the heck a fog line was because I've never heard it referred to that way before.) Luckily he was very nice and the kids thought he was the nicest cop they'd ever met-- except for the very nice cop in Gooding who gave Reagan a sheriff sticker when I was pulled over for speeding, and the cop who pulled me over in Hagerman for speeding, he was very nice too. They've all been kind enough to forgo giving me a ticket.
This morning Reagan told me he thinks the cops never take me to jail because they know none of my kids can drive. "All of us would be stuck sitting in the car if you went to jail!" he explained. If that's the case, I'm in trouble as soon as Torsten gets his license. It will be jail time for me. Or maybe I'll just turn the driving over to him!