Oh I get to introvert today, y’all.
The boy one is here today, but he’s introverting, too.
Isn’t it nice to sit in silence?
Isn’t this coffee wonderful?
It’s snowing outside.
It’s also 21 feels like 9, and Sassy didn’t wear a coat today. I didn’t notice this until we were at the bus stop, so if you’re wondering who all these coat-less idiot children belong to, or what kind of negligent parents they have, I’m part of the problem.
I said, “I hope your bus breaks down and you freeze to death.”
She said, “Thanks, MOM.”
But then, when her bus came, I kissed her, wished her a happy Tuesday, told her I love her and added, “I hope your bus doesn’t break down so you don’t freeze to death!”
Then I sighed the long, heavy sigh of weary mothers on a Tuesday morning. Too big and cool to wear a coat to school, just like her brother.
Moo’s bus hasn’t been on time a single day this year. I mean, every morning, usually at 6:30, an automated call comes in to tell us Moo’s bus will be late. Sometimes the call comes in when it’s actually time to go to the bus stop. We’ve learned that a late bus sometimes means an early bus, a late bus, or no bus at all.
One cold January morning, Sassy’s middle school bus picked up all the elementary kids because they were still standing out there an hour later.
So when the automated call comes in, one of us drives Moo to school.
I’ve spoken to a lot of people about the bus situation, but there is nothing I can do to make more people want to drive a school bus.
Driving Moo to school is a brief but perilous journey I do not enjoy during the height of rush hour, but I’m grateful for my car, for precisely this reason.
As the snow comes down and the roads ice up, I sure am glad I don’t need to go anywhere today.
How are you doing your Tuesday?