I really shouldn't delve into this again. It will probably just get my feathers all rustled again, but... In blogland people often share tidbits about their day right? Yes, so;
wakeup to child crawling into bed with me
dry pants, so all good
alarm will go off in ten minutes
sigh...
awake now.
Breakfast
coffee, coffee
upper bathroom not clean yet, so still heading to basement to get clean
get clean
NO!! Don't run the water!!! You will scald Mommy! AhHHHHhhheeee
towel dry
brush teeth to prevent bad words from falling out of my lips
get dressed in my finest painting garb,
now turned to pants with the instantaneous change in seasons since Labour Day
Look at children
Look at clock
with 45 minutes before we have to leave to walk to bus
they have on rubber boots and coats
ready to go
waiting for tardy ole me
with 43 minutes before we have to leave
sigh...
a little excited they are indeed.
drag out hair drying, shoe finding, my lunch packing
leave 20 minutes early
offer home-made oatmeal chocolate chip cookies to the handy neighbour (yes, very yummy!)
slowly amble towards bus stop with 17 minutes to spare
wait, wait, wait
see bus approaching and mist up a bit
watch 60 some-odd kids push and shove onto bus, with the littlest ones inching on last
my two
seperate seats
driving away
I stay strong
go to work
leave work to pick up children
between my house and the bus stop my cell phone rings
"Are you R. L.'s Mom?"
my baby
"yes"
"She's not on the bus"
heart racing "WHAT?"
at the school, but daughter number 1 shall be arriving momentarily via the bus
"WHAT!!"
"A slight mix up"
"WHAT!!!!!"
Frantic Mother Bear flies into rage
collects eldest in vise-like grip sprinting home to the van
races to school mindful of other little feet on the road
finds evidence of daughter
eventually finds daughter with help of Vice Principal
NOT Happy Mommy
They can tell
I make sure
after the shaking subsides
I make dinner
safe in our bastion of care
meal not eaten to spite
yet again
nothing exciting or new for them
except gym class
phone lines were burned up with my venting
to safe spaces
to figure out what went wrong with today
and how I can make tomorrow a better day
a better new day
Big, giant, super huge hugs! Sorry that's all I can do from here. Tomorrow will be a better day. xo
ReplyDeleteoh dang...that is a huge fear of mine...my kids and something happening...and if it happened b/c of someones ignorance i dont know what i would do...i hope today is a better day...
ReplyDeleteAll's well that ends well, eh?
ReplyDeletestill trying to figure out the best way to proceed. Should I scrap the bus? Should I push pass all the other kids with my little ones to make sure that they get a seat on the bus? Should I breath and relax, and hope that this is the worst that will happen, so now I can smile into the future school days? Should I call and rip the powers that be at the school a new a*#&@^$ for losing my 3-year old on the second day of school? Will that be effective or start our school career out on the right foot? yeah, probably not.
ReplyDeletephhhhooouu...
not the way I was hoping it would go, but the girls are at daycare today while I finish nailing the baseboard & 1/4 round on. I also have to get some work done on the computer. With a lick of paint and a lot of elbow grease to clean it up, the bathroom is just about done though. Small mercies
Hugs...happened to us with our youngest. Scary feeling, but all ended ok.
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