We are very 5,7 and 9

So...it's been a while since I last updated you on the ever-evolving house of crazy. And it is because a leap has taken place. A quantum leap--and we are now surrounded by three school age, non-toddler, clear speaking, extra-curricular participating, weekend stealing children. And, in turn, though it may not look like it on the outside, I have also made a leap. A leap from "Speedy Disaster Averter of  all things Balanced and Elevated" to "Cab-Driving Referee."
Which means that while it may appear that I am resting on the kitchen counter with my head in my hands like a napping ostrich, I am really strategizing the best route for an afternoon of pick-ups and drop-offs as well as visualizing which bags of  swim gear, leotards, singlets, or shin guards will come with me including the accompanying snacks for the appropriate taste buds all while mapping out the the most fuel efficient path.
Once I make my first "rendezvous" the sheer joy of being reunited with each other is so overwhelming that they cannot help but spread their glee by sharing each others stories, while talking over one and other, spiraling into criticisms and thus my blasting of the radio. Which brings me to my WHOLE point which is, "This is why our 5yr old knows all the words to the song that ends, '...the bar closes and you feel like falling down...I'll carry you home tonight.' "