In my newest little eBook, I have a chapter called:
“The School Bus Situation: Because every year there is indeed ‘a school bus situation’.” This is no exaggeration. My triplets are just starting sixth grade. The first week of school is always that adjustment period. Teachers are getting to know the kids. Kids are getting to know the teachers. Where do we sit? What time is lunch? Now that they’re in middle school there’s even more to get used to: Where’s my locker? How do I get to my next class? What time does the bell ring? And this period of adjustment extends to the bus drivers. Where’s the stop? Who’s at the bus stop? What’s the bus route? The only difference is: By the end of the first two weeks, teachers and kids have pretty much settled in… and “the school bus situation” is just getting revved up.
Before I get into my bus woes, one might question why we don’t just do carpool. At the moment, it’s just not an option for us and even if it were, this is one of the few things we and our kids can agree on: They have no interest in seeing us pull up to the school and we have no interest in picking them up at the school. (In all fairness to my kids, this is not the time in their lives when mother’s unpredictable nature is appreciated… or should I say “predictable nature”: We can all guarantee that I would frequently humiliate them with my childlike behavior by waving them over to the car with a hand puppet or putting Flat Stanley in the window or arriving early so I can set up my Peppa Pig play set on the hood.)
As for why we don’t want to pick them up: Let me sum it up this way: My kids can’t keep from killing each other in a 2-story, 9 room house. How do you think it’s going to go on a twenty minute ride in a compact car? And knowing my kids, they wouldn’t be deterred from slamming doors just because they’d have to jump out of a moving vehicle first to do it.
Not that the back seat brawl is a bad experience for my husband and me. The radio volume goes up just high enough to drown them out.
Now that you see things my way…. back to “the school bus situation”.
This year the kids have to cross over a pretty busy road during rush hour to board their bus. Most parents either let their kids walk to the bus stop alone or they drive to the bus stop a block away and never leave the vehicle. It seems a tad lazy to me, but I’m used to walking miles around NYC so what do I know? I, on the other hand, not only stand there with my kids, but when the bus starts blinking its lights, I inch myself into the intersection so that any vehicle attempting to ignore the lights will have to mow down the little Jewess blocking the roadway to get past. If a vehicle somehow whisks by me, I squint to read the license plate as well as the bumper stickers so I can fully appreciate their intentions.
The first week, we had different bus drivers arriving at different times. The second week, one woman, Kim, proclaimed that she would be our regular driver. On Friday of the second week, my kids stated that Kim had announced that she would be on vacation next week. Vacation? What the hell? Does she need a rest? She’s only driven the bus 6 times. The route is one big loop. Did she get dizzy spells from going in a circle and have to lie down for a week? In my illustrious 35 year career of day jobs, I never remember taking a vacation on the third week. Just like when you hear on the news that someone is accused of doing something heinous and they get “suspended with pay”. What? You get paid for staying home and watching Monk reruns? How’s that a punishment? And more important… Where do I apply?
***Tune in Next Week for Part 2 of “The School Bus Situation”. In the meantime: If you’d like to have more laughs at every kid’s expense, sign on to my monthly newsletter / take a look at my latest eBook tailor-made for parents at this very time of year:
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