Yesterday was my weekly ladies-group. What a process to get out of the door!Potty check, winter coats & hats, “Mom, I’m thirsty”, “Mom, I’m hungry”, in the car seats, “But, Mom, I wanted to sit in the other seat”, seat-belts, “Mom, can I bring a toy?”, where are my car keys? We drive down the road a little bit and get to our final destination, this particular trip the back-seat was fairly quiet. Sometimes things like: ‘Hands to yourself’, ‘Share’, ‘No Arguing’, ‘Inside voices’, ‘QUIET’ are uttered out of my mouth every half-mile. Out the car we shuffle: ‘Hold hands in the parking lot’, followed by much chasing of my…