FOR THEM! We're excited for them. Honest! O:-)
It's been a good summer, but the time has come to get back to the real world. For my kids, this means bedtime has reverted back to 8 p.m. You should have seen the looks on their faces last night, when the last remnants of daylight were still peeking in through the curtains.
"But Mom, it's not even dark outside yet!" they whined.
"That doesn't matter, it's still bedtime," I replied calmly. (I wonder if parents up in the arctic circle and surrounding areas have this issue during the summer months?)
They didn't want to admit it, but they really were tired, and within 5 minutes of lights out, there wasn't a peep from their room save for their steady, sleep-induced deep breathing.
I found myself in the living room at 8:10 p.m. wondering what to do with myself. I mean I had a whole 2 hours before I needed to think about bedtime for myself! What to do, what to do??
So I put away the laundry I'd folded, set the coffee pot, and kicked back in the recliner with my crochet project. It was time for some one-on-one with my DVR, baby! You know what I mean, the shows I record to watch later because they're either too trashy or there's too much swearing to be able to watch when the kids are around. And Hubby doesn't care for them either, so now's the time to indulge, before he gets home from work.
And then I proceeded to nod off. :-\
I awoke about 11 p.m. and dragged myself out of the recliner and into bed, after stopping off at the bathroom along the way to brush my teeth. (I can't stand going to bed without brushing my teeth.)
This morning, I got the boys up bright and early. They were excited. The oldest was going to ride the bus to school for the first time, and the youngest was going to spend the day at a friend's house because today is the phase-in day for Group B, and there's no childcare option at school until Thursday, which is just another way the school system likes to screw with your work week.
We stood at the corner of our yard and waited. And waited. Two other school buses went by, but the bus numbers are written so small that you can't see what they are until the bus is literally right beside you. So I stood out there flagging down these buses, only to find the cranky old women driving them were just going to fly past us anyway with a "you're not on my route" look on their sour faces.
Huh. Well, who pissed in your Wheaties this morning, darlin'?
A few minutes later though, our bus driver Mr. Ricky did finally show up. It turned out he was much nicer than those other two...er..."ladies" were, and I think we're going to have smooth dealings with him. He even said he'd pick the boys up by our mailbox in the morning! Sweet!
On my way in to work, I thought about how most of our school bus drivers seem much older than city bus drivers, or at least the ones I've seen appear to be. It makes me feel better knowing that our kids are being bussed to school by grandmas and grandpas. I'd like to think they're much safer drivers than us young'uns with lead feet. :)
Totally not talking about myself.
Tomorrow, they'll both ride the bus together. Boy, that's gonna be interesting! And knowing how much chatter and arguing and general ruckus goes on at my house early in the morning, I might need to bake Mr. Ricky some cookies or something after the first week, so that he doesn't "accidentally" bypass my house on the way out to school in the weeks that follow.
Fun times, fun times!
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