If I never had to drive to the high school in the morning again I would feel so blessed.  Not because I don't want to go to the high school, but good grief.

I found myself wishing Middle Boy was old enough to drive himself to school, because traffic was a mess.

At one point we were about three blocks away...stopped.  I asked Middle Boy if this was close enough and was met with a look of complete disbelief.  I actually was only partially kidding.

They could use a good traffic study at the high school.  At the very least they could use someone directing traffic.

I'm so lucky I get to do this every day for the next school year...at a minimum.  Hooray!!