This first week of school? Is exhausting! I am feeling totally fried. Fried! I fell asleep at 9:30p.m. because I was completely exhausted. Which sounds awesome, but I woke up six hours later ready to start my day. If you do the math, that would be 3:30a.m. So I was totally ready for my 5:45a.m. walk, but crashed by 11:00a.m. Yikes.
Please forgive me if this post is not coherent. I am treading water here to keep from sinking.
Originally, this post was going to be about our upcoming Disney trip, but the unexpected came up this week, and I just need to talk about this.
Actually, unexpected is an understatement.
On Tuesday, I was feeling good about Kindergarten. I drove her to school. I watched her go in to school. I was there when she got out of school. I did so well (after a month of crying, of course). Marie did so well. When she got out of school, her eyes were all twinkling! She did so well, in fact, that we had not even stepped foot into the parking lot when she looked up at me with her big, blue eyes filled with excitement and proclaims, “I want to take the bus tomorrow!”
What?! The bus!! Seriously?
I feel that I made peace with putting her in full-day Kindergarten three times a week because it would be good for her; she needs to be more challenged and is craving social interaction. Thomas needed some one-on-one time, too. Everyone was winning from this situation.
But the bus?!
The only people who have driven my baby girl are me, Harrington, my parents, and my mother-in-law.
It has no car seat! I used to be a teacher – crazy shenanigans happen on the bus!
But I let her. Even though it was pouring rain outside and my insides were churning.
And she loved it.
Today at the bus stop, she wistfully looked at the other kids playing at the bus stop. She looked up at me again, with those eyes, and said, “Mind if I go play with my new friends?”
Bravely and over enthusiastically I said, “No, no! Go play! Yea!”
I could hear the presenter in my head say, “And the Academy Award for Best Performance in a Drama goes to . . . Erin!”
Poor Thomas was all confused by his big sister hanging out with these older kids and not standing by him. He tried to fit in by acting like Surg from Toy Story, but his humor was lost on this bunch.
Bottom line: She loves the bus. I hate the bus.
But I am letting her go because it’s my issue. I am the one with very horrible memories of my limited time spent on the bus. Not her.
And because she is Kindergarten, she has to sit in the first two rows and the dreaded Danger Zone at the back of the bus.
So what do you think of the school bus? Be sure to click on The Skinny Scoop survey below. I’d also love for you to tell me your opinion in the comment section.