Wouldn't it be great to just go ahead and work on Saturday and then start the weekend on Sunday? Church on Sunday and then sleep late and take it easy on Monday? Can't we change things?
If you were here last Monday, then you know that we had a little excitement involving the dog, the cat, and my purse. Today's version of Monday started on a similar note.
I really thought we were doing well for a Monday morning. Everyone was up and on time. No one was crying. Even I was holding it all together!
The little one's bus comes first, then the 2nd grader's bus about ten minutes later, which gives me just enough time to leave with the middle schooler to get him to school on time. But today, things were different. As I walked out with the little one, I heard a bus. It was the 2nd grader's bus. Early. I ran back to the door and hollered for the 2nd grader, he ran, and then he was gone. Just that fast.
After a few more minutes of waiting outside with the little one (no bus, mind you), the middle schooler strolls out and yep. There. goes. Dawg. Like he'd been shot from a cannon. I briefly considered throwing my purse at the cat but he was busy chasing a paper wad down the street. Which was really a sight. The little one laughed and giggled. The only other time we've seen the cat in motion was last Monday. (I know what you're thinking! Yes, we DO have weird animals, ya'll!)
I stood there watching Dawg as he ran a zig zag pattern up the hill from house to house. The little one was licking the van. Don't even ask.... The cat was still chasing the paper wad. The middle schooler was sulking. Where is the bus?!?!
I finally snapped into action. I loaded the little one into the van and used my shirt and some hand sanitizer to remove the van dirt from his face and hands. I pretended that the dog running loose was not mine. I told the middle schooler to get.in.the.van. And off we went. I admit I was mumbling a bit about taking the little one to school. There's no way we could make both schools in time. And being late means.....going inside and filling out the tardy slip. Without hair and makeup. *SIGH *
We pulled out of the driveway and made it about 50 feet before the bus came around the corner. I quickly turned around and pulled in behind the bus thinking there is NO way the middle schooler is going to make it in time. Can't we just go back to bed?!?!?
As I opened the side door to remove the little one, Dawg came running around the bus and jumped into the little one's car seat. Now I had Dawg, the little one was on his bus, and we were on our way to the middle school.
And we made it with five minutes to spare. Whew!
I sighed with huge relief as I stepped out of the van and walked up the sidewalk. I turned around and saw that Dawg was hesitating. I showed him my purse, called to the cat (Here, Kitty, Kitty....) and kept walking.
He slinked into the house on my heels.