There are some days when the powers above fight you at every corner to ensure your children ARE late for school. This morning was one of them.
It was the best of times, it was the worst of times… let’s face it, it was a mess or else I wouldn’t be sharing this.
Of course there are children in the world, who are starving, don’t have a roof over their heads, or have lost their parents. God bless them and those who write about them. But those dear children weren’t in my house this morning, trying their best to get me to pop an artery.
Mine, unfortunately were.
God bless us, every one!
The day BEFORE went surprisingly smooth. In fact, at dinner I had mentioned to my hubby how the children should go to bed an hour earlier every night since there were such amazing morning routine results:
Actual cheerfulness, focusing on tasks, follow-through and prompt delivery to school occurred only one day before. Just an extra hour of sleep could transform my morning monkeys into dawning darlings.
Since it worked so beautifully, we decided to give it another whirl. We had solved all of our parenting problems with bumping up our kids’ bedtime. We were so smart as we patted each other on the backs and headed for an early bedtime to see if we could fix all our problems too.
Ever hear of the calm before the storm?
0730 I wake up late. Kids are still asleep.
0745 Hubby has left the building. Solo mission has begun. One child dancing in pajamas to princess music in living room; other child snoring logs.
0750 Breakfast on table and no children to be found.
0755 Phone rings. Hubby’s number on caller-ID. Immediately imagine he’s been in an accident. Adrenaline spikes even higher. He’s fine, but calling to say the road to school has a water main break and to find another route. (Chuck Dickens!!)
0800 Enforce the “no-talking” rule and remind children to “EAT!” 436 times.
0803 Munchkin#2 reports she may be having an asthma attack (or SARS, or the plague or chicken pox)
0805 Actual breathing problems – administer asthma meds.
0810 Children report they are getting dressed and brushing teeth.
0815 Time to get in car. Kids are naked and nary a tooth clean.
***Loss of maternal consciousness (not really) in whirlwind of chaos***
0826 Backing out of garage, hoping children are in van, but not really checking.
0830 Stuck in traffic jam due to…guess what?! WATER MAIN BREAK!! (Double Chuck Dickens!!)
0833 Heading to school (via different route) behind a school bus. Almost there. We’re going to make it on time! Two minutes to go. Then…
Time. Stood. Still.
S-l-o-w m-o-t-i-o-n took over.
For the aloof school bus driver pressed her foot on her brake, bright red rear lights eased on and blinded me; and instantaneously, I became the same color rage which was emanating from the back of the bus.
Thirty feet from the drop-off lane, that “yellow-‘B’-on-wheels” backed my kids into a tardy slip and me into a mama rage which Starbucks or Krispy Kreme couldn’t fix.
So I gave up. Hands in the air; waving my white hanky.
They. Were. Late!
I had no say in the matter. Squashed between a bus and a hard bumper.
I had done my best.
After all, isn’t that what we try to teach our kids?
“All you can do is try your best – and then I’m proud of you.”
How many times have you said that to your kids, right? Granted, I’m still really pissed off at that bus driver and the fumes from my ears fogged up the windows on the ride home.
I mean, why in the world would that driver decide to block the entire drop-off lane during “drop-off” time?
Isn’t that covered in the school bus driver’s manual or Bus School 101? It seems like a no-brainer to me. Maybe she missed HER mama’s lesson on always doing her best, CAUSE…
(exhale) God bless us, Every one!
How is your school’s drop-off lane? Perfect? I would love to hear…