If you happened to call our house sometime after 9 am today, you may have heard a bit of a weird message. It's me saying sorry for yelling at our school districts bus coordinator. Yes, New Year's Resolutions down the crapper. But how can I tazer someone over the phone?
Anyway, the story goes like this...
Harry leaves house for bus stop at 8:25. Bus should arrive between 8:30-8:35. School starts at 8:50. At 8:48 the neighbor tells me she can take Harry to school with her kids. Other Mom's take their kids to school. At 8:50 I yell at the transportation lady, and stupidly leave my real name and number.
I then load up all 3 boys, and take Harry up to school. I pass the bus on the way. I get Harry in school at 9:00, the bus arrived at 9:10.
You may so "oh, whatever, Holly is crazy and mean, what's new?" Well, it's a complete pain in the butt to not be able to depend on the stupid bus. If I had been planning on taking Harry, I would have had the other kids ready. Also, it's freaking cold out and Harry was waiting a very long time for my beloved public transportation.
Blah, blah, bad weather, the kids' safety. If the weather was so bad, cancel school.
Then, I went to the YMCA, desperate to unload the 2 little boys onto someone else so I could exercise, or at least work out some aggression. Sadly, the Tot Spot was full to capacity. Instead of yelling, I dragged the boys back outside, sat in the car and cried. Yes friends, I cried. For like 10 minutes.
Solution? Drop Cy off super early for preschool, go shopping.
Also Dear, Sweet Ogre, don't expect a wonderful crock pot dinner tonight, we're having sandwiches. The whole bus/school/yelling/crying thing took the time I was going to use to get the crock going.