Oh look, it's another post in which Gretchen whines about driving her child around Los Angeles.
My day on Saturday:
6:45 - Wake up.
7:15 - The 101 (in LA freeway parlance, the one-o-one) to the 110 (one-ten) to the 105 (one-o-five) to the 405 (four-o-five). This got us to Manhattan Beach by...
8:00 - Jude tries out for Junior Lifeguards. Has to swim a 100 yards in under 1.50 to make the lifeguards - he crushes it in 1.21. Welcome to Junior Lifeguards.
9:00 - The 1 (also known as the PCH, Pacific Coast Highway) plus a bunch of side streets got us to...
9:30 - Track meet in Torrance, CA. Run, run, run, run and more run.
3:30 - Leave Torrance and drop Jude's friend Nick at his house - The 110 to the 10.
4:30 - Home.
That's 6 different freeways in a day. Which I consider too damn many freeways.
I know that mothers everywhere in the world endure this kind of torture every weekend, but I truly believe that mothers who taxi their children around on the freeways of the Greater Los Angeles area, endure a special breed of hell. I have no idea how mothers with multiple kids do it. I really don't. I have friends with 3 kids who have games/meets/tryouts all over the place at conflicting hours, and spend hours stuck in mind-numbing traffic.