Taxi driver mama

Picture this: a Wednesday in a town in The Netherlands, I have a day off from work and the rain is pouring down…


7.30 a.m.: Mama takes pity on her daughter and tells her she’ll drive her to school so that she won’t get drenched during a bike ride that would take 20 minutes. It’s early and mama is not a morning person, so takes it easy and changes from pajama bottoms into pants that are still lying about and pulls on a sweater over her pajama top.

7.45 a.m.: Rush daughter out the door and drive her to school.

8.15 a.m.: Come back home again, find a gift from my cat outside my front door: a dead mole! Pick the mole up with a tissue and dispose of him in our green recycling bin, then time to sit for a little bit and have my Weetabix breakfast.

8.30 a.m.: Mr Esther comes downstairs, getting ready to bike to the station. First day back to the office after his operation / sick leave. Esther takes pity and offers to drive him to the train station so that he too will not get soaked. He says he can take the bus back home again in the afternoon (when time doesn’t matter, the bus schedule sucks).

9.05 a.m.: We leave home, needing a little extra time to drive to the station as the normal route is closed due to road works.

9.25 a.m.: Home again, time to relax and take in the news via print and TV.

10.10 a.m.: Son comes down for breakfast. For school he needs to do a practical assignment from 11.30 till 5 p.m. Getting there by bike, train, bus and 10 minute walk means he needs to leave in 5 minutes and he’ll never make it. He can’t afford to be late and also, I’d hate to see him arrive at that assignment all soaked. So, yes, I agree to drive him. Postpone the morning tea visit to my sister’s (where my mother is also visiting) and tell her I’ll be there around lunchtime instead. Make my way upstairs to take off pj top I’m still wearing and get freshened up and dressed properly.

10.45 a.m.: Drive my son to where he needs to be (half an hour away) but it’s pouring down and I take a wrong exit so that adds a little time to our drive time. Make it there at 11.22 a.m. which is well on time.

Noon: Arrive at my sister’s flat. Catch up with my mother, my sister and her cat. Also do the monthly chore of cutting my mother’s toenails (she has complicated toenails), eat a small ‘krentenbol’ (currant bun) with cheese, typical Dutch thing.

1.15 p.m.: Head to my daughter’s school to pick her up. She is famished (forgot to pack lunch) so on the way back home we pick up some chicken at KFC (she loves it, I think it’s so-so) and get home at 2 p.m. to eat and drink. I don’t have much chicken and especially like the corn on the cob. 🙂 Oh, and we discover a second gift from our black cat in the kitchen: another dead mole! It’s still pouring outside, apparently that makes for great mole-hunting?

2.30 p.m.: Mr Esther texts me to ask what time I’m picking up our dauighter, maybe I could pick him up while I’m already driving around with her. Tell him she’s home already as school was out early but I’ll drive extra to pick him up, so he doesn’t have to wait for the bus which takes ages to arrive and then drives a roundabout route.

3.00 p.m.: Leave home to pick up Mr Esther. Small-town after-school rush hour traffic and a blocked roadworks route, means the normally 5 minute drive takes 15 minutes. Way back is a little quicker, so home again with Mr Esther at 3.25 p.m. The man is very tired, so I tell him to go lie down.

3.40 p.m.: Drive my daughter to a therapist appointment. We get there 5 minutes before her 4 p.m. appointment. I don’t need to go in with her, so I stay in the car and read with music playing during the 45 minutes that she’s gone.

5.00 p.m.: Home again, my son texts. He’ll be at the station at 5.40 p.m. As he isn’t on his bike and needs to head for his job right away, I had already told him I would drop him off. (Job starts at 6, he needs to be there at 5.55 at the latest or he loses his shift and there is no bus that goes close to where he works and walking would take 30 minutes, which is too long). I make use of my half hour of free time to empty the dishwasher and fill it again, clean the kitchen and living room a bit. No time for grocery shopping and we’ve had KFC anyhow, so it would just be Mr Esther needing to get a warm meal, my daughter and I will figure out some sandwiches or something for the evening if we get hungry.

5.30 p.m.: It has finally stopped raining! Bundle up my daughter into the car and we both drive to the station to pick up my son. Luckily train is on time. It’s really busy with rush hour traffic but I get him to his work place with 3 minutes to spare. My daughter and I head on to a local soccer field. My daughter is thinking of taking up soccer and is doing her first trial training. We get there at 6.05 p.m., exactly at the arranged time. Apparently this is also the last training of the season, so it’s not a ‘real’ training session but a mixed (boys and girls) soccer match. My daughter (wearing black pants and a light grey sweater) gets in there and after about 20 minutes, she’s the first one to score a goal! She scores a total of 2 of her team’s 5 goals…


The trainer likes her, she still needs to learn some technique but she plays very nicely and she’s really quick, he says. My kids are both quite athletic and Mr Esther and I always wonder who they get that from…

7.45 p.m.: Back home again. Mr Esther is up and about and just about ready to head out to get something quick for dinner. He also wants it simple, so it’s pea soup for him and me and baguette with several soft cheeses and aioli (a garlic sauce) for us and my daughter as well (she doesn’t like pea soup). Dinner at about 8.15 p.m.

9.00 p.m.: Head out to pick up my son from work. He eats something in the car and also has some leftover baguette with cheese when we get home again at 9.30 p.m.

Looking back on this very wet Wednesday, I think I would have made a killing had I been a taxi driver for the day! I’ll do it again if this man cares to grace my taxi…


Right, it’s now close to 1 a.m. and even though it feels like my day off only started a few hours ago at 9.30 p.m., I do need to head for bed now (and back to work tomorrow). I bet I’ll be dreaming of driving…


15 thoughts on “Taxi driver mama

  1. Esther Esther I need like a map just to figure out the morning forget about the evening! I’m exhausted just reading this post but in a great way!😘❤️And your day off! Did you ever get your tea in? I’m too tired to scroll up! Lazy day off def not in your itinerary! Super woman more like it!!!🤗😘❤️❤️

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    • Superwoman – hmmm, even she doesn’t like to fly in the pouring rain, I assume? 😉
      Was at my sister’s for lunch instead of tea and had a cup of tea then. 🙂

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      • Metaphorically was my thinking but I’ve read the blog post again this morning and definitely literally, you were flying all day dear and still managed a cup of tea! The KFC were I lived shut down. It was actually pretty good although I tried not to go too much.

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        • The KFC we have here in town opened up a year or two ago and my daughter loves it, as do her friends. She’s become an expert KFC orderer (I still get confused at the menus there).

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          • Me too!! Pop Eyes has replaced it and the last time I went thru drive thru I got 3 pieces of chicken and no mashed potatoes and gravy (to me the potatoes are heavenly) and 2 biscuits I had ordered a extra one I realize too much information here but I had ordered 3 piece meal with mashed pot. Very disappointed..


          • It’s an insanely complicated menu, don’t feel bad. Every now and then I go there and remember why I don’t go there (we have a few better options, local places rather than national chains, but they aren’t open as much / long).


  2. Days like these… I’m glad our schedule has somewhat loosened up but there are times when all kinds of appointments turn me into that taxi driving mum again and I’m pretty exhausted too. So I hope your Thursday went well after the packed Wednesday. I always call it “fremdbestimmt” and as much as I love to support my family it stresses me to a point… 😘

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    • In the end I was just laughing instead of stressing, it was partially my own fault after all. Once I offered the first ride, I felt that, to be fair, I had to offer the rest as well. 🙂 I don’t normally drive the family around this much, so as a one-off exercise I didn’t mind (although by the end of the day I was tired of it). But if this were to be happen all the time, then yeah, it would stress me out. Luckily we have good public transport and bike lanes here so when the weather isn’t that bad, these problems solve themselves. 🙂

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  3. Busy day! I always feel good, though, when I can do things for my family, don’t you?

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  4. I laughed innerly and wryly — once because despite much better public transportation in Europe and bike lanes, it really is no fun to ride bike in the rain — and once because I so hear you. (I now know the best place to park in every doctor’s office in the county and exactly how long it takes to get there under normal circumstances.) I think someone owes you a day of being driven around 🙂

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    • Public transport (bus) within my home town isn’t great, so we never ever rely on that when going around our own town. It’s usually bike or car within our town and train or car once we go to other places. I shudder to think of the amount of driving every day when there is no back up public transport or bike system! Weather was mostly dry today, so everyone was back to self-sufficiency.
      A day of being driven around – yep, I could live with that. 🙂

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  5. Es hört irgendwann auf, ist das ein Trost?


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