Carpool Karaoke

I am starting to come to terms with the fact that apparently I'm going to be a cheer mom all over again. There are advantages? I guess? Let's pretend there are advantages.

Or I could go create advantages.

I made a decision a few weeks ago. If I'm going to go down in a flaming ball of misery, I'm taking people with me. It just so happens that Mila has two friends who live in our neighborhood. Both of those friends also participated in the cheer camp a while back and enjoyed it, so I lured their moms in. Mwahahahahaha! Their moms are reasonable enough humans, aka not insane cheer moms. I hold the bar very low, you see. Be anything less than insane and we can be friends.

So I talked two friends into letting their kids do the cheer thing with Mila. Two friends who happen to live in our neighborhood. You see where this is going, right?

ALL HAIL CARPOOLING!

There are 17 weeks in the cheer season, but I won't have to be an active participant in them all. It's genius, really. We're going to rotate around and take turns driving all three of them. I'm only going to have to play along with this whole thing 6 or so times total. It's SPECTACULAR.

Or so I thought.

I was first up with the chauffer driver thing. That meant running home from work to grab Mila, then grabbing two other kids from a few houses away.

It started immediately. Immediately after her first friend got in the car, Mila turned into a nut. She is loud and raucous and SO very obnoxious. The laughter could be heard for MILES.

And then I added a second kid.

Do you know how much noise three 5-year olds can make? You may think you know, but I bet you need to double it before you would be accurate. I've been to concerts with thousands of other people that were quieter than those three were during the 15 minute drive to cheer. But! Good news! I got smarter for the drive home.

Way smarter.

I blasted Let It Go. Legit, I pulled out the old Frozen soundtrack and blasted a song I knew the Three Amigas couldn't listen to without singing along. They fell for it, hook, line, and sinker. The three balls of chaos started singing in unison and managed to flip from being possibly the most annoying children on earth to delightful and cute. We kept the carpool karaoke going the entire way home and all was good.

Thank goodness I get to share the cheer misery. Once every three weeks is not all that bad.