My how the summer flies and the autumn just falls into place! The greatest marker of the turn of seasons is the school sessions. It is now the beginning of a brand new school year and all is hectic with my world!
My children all go to different buildings within our community and one goes to a different school altogether! My husband goes to one college and I go to another that is in another community! Then let’s not forget my kindergartener starting ballet and tap dance school in yet another community! It’s insanity I tell you! Oh, the schedules, appointments, doctors, errands, lunches, backpacks, homework, blah blah blah! It’s a mess, and I can’t wait to fall into a routine. Will I? I must.
The first day of my daughter’s kindergarten found her missing her bus stop completely, leaving dear mother here alone, confused, and worried standing on the side of the road with a camera in one hand and a phone in the other calling the bus service. After being so rudely handled by the company, they finally admit that she is riding her bus out in the country somewhere. An hour and a half after she was expected to arrive home, I had to pick her up at the bus service. Not a happy camper was I. Luckily, my dear 5yr old was just waking up from her slumber in the back of the bus where she had been all along and she never knew the difference.
The following week, my 4yr old son started preschool with almost an identical ending. This time, however, as I was standing waiting for the bus (which was over 20 minutes late, mind you) another mother phoned the bus service to find out the bus was running late. Upon his bus’ arrival, the bus driver held my little son’s hand and walked him to me, explaining that he had gotten on the wrong bus. Later, I learned that the two busses ended up at a rendezvous point of a gas station to switch my little passenger. And once again, relief overcame me when my son beamed at me and said he loved school and his bus! Again, my precious child never knew the difference.
So much has happened before and since then that I must write about another time. Won’t you join me?
Nikki Lynne
Oh how I miss thy posts! Won’t thou please return to us oh maiden faire? We, thy humble readers, miss your eloquent and insightful prose!
