I had decided to try to let go of yesterdays bus fiasco. That is until my daughter came home and told me that the bus driver told her and the other kids he missed that they should just go out earlier. WHAT? We go out at the exact same time everyday. Yesterday he decides to come earlier and we're just supposed to know he's gonna do it? That made me angry. So I called the school. The guy listened to everything I had to say then told me I needed to address it with the bus driver. If he didn't take care of my issue THEN I was to call the school back. Whatever. I didn't talk to him this morning because he had a bus full of children. This afternoon his bus will be empty. We went out early this morning, as per his instructions. He got here at 7:15. I'm SO glad we went out to wait earlier than usual. *sigh* This whole paragraph probably makes no sense I'll stop here.
Yesterday I knew I was gonna have a rough day from the time I got up. I just felt completely drained and blah. CCB came home for lunch and told me he'd be home earlier than expected so that was encouraging. I just couldn't seem to focus on any one task all day. I would start one thing then get distracted and go back to finish another unfinished task. I just couldn't get my act together. On top of that I had a doozy of a headache. I tried eating, I tried Advil, I even tried taking the clip out of my hair, nothing was getting rid of the beast in my head. So when we were finished eating dinner my incredible husband took me by the hand, lead me to the bedroom, nudged me toward the bed and disappeared into the bathroom. I sat down and waited for him to return. I told him it was too late in the day for naps and he replied,"I didn't tell you to sleep." I laid back and he put a cool rag over my eyes. Next thing I know it was 7:30 (an hour later) and the house was quiet. I got up and found them all outside playing. The dishes were done and the counters were clean he had even finished putting the clean sheets on my daughters bed! Have I mentioned lately how much I love this guy? I went back to bed at 10 and slept through the night. I feel fantastic today! Thank you CCB!
Oh! I talked to chatty neighbor today and she thanked me for taking her boy to school. I figured it would be ok but you never know these days. She also told me she has a new job but she said her oldest boy is helping out with the young one before and after school. She did say that she didn't know what she was going to do with him this summer though. I sure hope she doesn't ask me to watch him. The summer is off limits! I would have been willing to help out till the end of the school year but I don't want to babysit all summer!
My son went into his class at church on Sunday morning! He screamed bloody murder when we dropped him off but that stopped and he enjoyed himself after that. I peeked in on him during the meet and greet portion of the service and he was happy as a clam! I have to get him into the swing of this. I can't enjoy the service if he's crawling all over me. Not to mention (and this is a big one)the fact that preschool is coming up fast. He needs to be able to leave me for a little while here and there. It's good for him. As it is he's with me 24/7.
Speaking of church. The dude in front of me on Sunday had the coolest earrings ever! I'm not a huge fan of earrings on men. I don't hate it but it isn't my fave either. These were some pretty manly earrings though! I used to think that was an oxymoron but I guess not! I Learn something new everyday.
A bird just flew into my window and scared the poo out of me!
Wow I guess I had some random crap buildup. I didn't even know it. Have a wonderful Tuesday!
8 comments:
It's ridiculous that the bus schedule changed without the parents being informed. It could be a safety issue - what would have happened to the neighbour boy if you hadn't been there? How was he supposed to get himself to school if the bus driver doesn't let people know about the change in times?
CCB is a sweety.
Sounds to me like chatty neighbour may be hinting. Have you got some definite family only plans? If so, you might need to casually mention them so she doesn't come right out and ask (that would be so uncomfortable for me in that situation, I'm awful at saying no).
We had a bird persistently flying at one of our windows a few years back. I think it was their own reflection that was causing it since it stopped when we put up a verandah (well either that or the bird's brains eventually got scrambled).
LMAO manly earrings huh? Church and dude don't go together :)
Oh and the bus driver needs a serious talking to. That is just wrong.
sleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep. sleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep.
Let it all out.
Your hubby is a gem...AND he did the dishes? I'd thank him then thank his mom for raising him right...lucky you.
Sorry about the birdy.
Awww CCB is a sweetie!
I'm surprised the school has so little control over the bus driver.
Wow, your last couple of days have been a roller coaster... You might call the school back again and tell them that you don't appreciate their lack of concern about this bus driver. Try to talk to the bus drver in person and find out what is going on....
You are lucky to have CCB.....
We had a huge bird sitting on our neighbors roof yesterday. It looked like a baby eagle, but TF said it couldn't have been an eagle. He took pictures of it and posted it on his blog.
Hope you have a better day today.
Most schools hire bus contractors. The bus contractor that driver works for will be printed on the side of the bus (unless he contracts himself out, which is rare). You should contact the contractor before the school because they'll have more direct control over the bus driver and this situation.
Dang. I just reread that and realized it sounded so informal and like I was telling you what to do.
Sorry, I'm working & commenting & answering the phone, it just didn't come out right. That's what I suggest doing, because from what I know of my mom's driving experience, the school probably won't and/or can't do crap about a lousy bus driver, but the person who hired the driver, the contractor, can influence his behavior. And I'd be intimidated to talk to the driver directly, so I'd first call his boss, because then he may not know who called. I'd be worried about him turning into an ass to me or my kids, but I'm also a paranoid type of person. :-)
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