I am so not happy with the Master at our Dojang. He has decided to add a teen class. Great, wonderful, terrific idea. Having a teen class means that now I get to drive to the Dojang 7 or 8 times a week instead of 3 or 4. Having a teen class means that I have to be at that bloody Dojang 6 days a week, instead of 3 or 4. Having a teen class means that instead of a manageable 3 lattes a week habit, now I am going to have to have 6 to 8 lattes a week. I honestly do not think there is room in my budget for that. Or in the waistbands of my pants.
A pox on the Master. Argh! Not only do I pay him an exorbitant amount of money each month so that my kids learn how to hit each other more effectively, I now have zero free evenings a week. Not one evening where my kids can eat a home cooked meal at a reasonable hour of the day. I either feed them at 4pm or 7:30pm. Or I feed the preschoolers in the car while shuttling back and forth to the dojang and feed the big kids later.
My dh was thinking that our 4 year old needed to start going to taekwondo too. Thankfully he is feeling too timid to start yet, because yep, you guessed it, that would require adding at least 3 additional trips to the dojang a week. I just don't think so. Not until the big boys are in the same class again. Or I contract amnesia and a huge case of the galloping crazies. And I steal a transporter from the starship Enterprise.