School started today.It was the happiest day of my life. I love my children but after this summer I was seriously thinking about becoming an alcoholic.
Remember last year and 25 days before we got a school bus for The Baby? Well, this year we got one on the first day of school!
The FIRST day!
Of course it went down the wrong side of the street and parked two houses down. Call me smarty smarty because I just knew that bus down yonder parked at the wrong house had to be our bus so I went screeeeeeing out the front door waving my old lady dingle dangle arms in the air.
A faceless voice out a small window yelled at me, "The Baby?"
"We'll be right back. We went the wrong way."
As my 86 year old mother used to say before she passed away, "No sh*t, Sherlock."
Eventually the bus weaved it's way through the maze of my neighborhood landing on the correct side of the street to lower the wheel chair lift AND in front of our house. We put the baby on the wheel chair lift and she jerk, jerk, jerked up.
And then jerk jerk jerked down.
And then up up up.
And then down down down.
And then up up up.
Seems the driver couldn't get the lift level with the door.
The Baby looked a little worried now so I soothed her with my
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Finally level the driver pushed the button to release the flap blocking the bus entrance so we could roll her back into the bus and the awaiting aide.
It didn't work so he pushed the remote button again.
After about 10 to 12 button pushes he reached over and flicked it with his finger and the flap fell over like a piece of flimsy cardboard. I was starting to have some concerns...
Thinking it was over I go inside to finish getting ready for work and get The Boy up. I'm sipping my coffee when I notice the bus is still in my front yard. I look at the clock. It's been there 20 minutes. It looks like the LA freeway in front of and behind the bus from cars waiting.
I know my neighbors seriously hate me by now.
I finally go outside when I see the bus driver get out of the bus again. An alarm is ringing. He explains that he can't get the door to latch. You know, the door The Baby sits next to.
The alarm goes ding ding ding diiiiiinnnngggggg as he fiddle faddles with the door.
As always I'll have to tough this one out un-medicated and pray I don't have a stroke in the meantime.
He finally gets the door latched so I go indoors.
And then he sits grinding gears for five minutes in front of my house.
Did it get better? No.
The bus was 40 minutes late in the afternoon. It arrived at 2:40 pm. School is over at 1:30 pm. The Boy's school is in another area of town and gets out at 2:30 pm. I had promised to pick up Mrs. M's daughter as well as Mrs. M is swamped with appointments.
After Iris rescued all of us Mrs. M and I sat across from each other in my living room.
"What a day," she sighs.
I didn't even have to ask. I figured if it was anything like mine we were blessed to be cerebrovascular accident free and still able to communicate with each other over our bottled water without drooling.
So how was your day?