Hop on the (School) Bus, Gus

Today was the first day of school.  Joy to the world.

Did you ever have the nightmare where you show up to high school in your pajamas?  I actually did that this morning.

Kid A’s bus was (a) late and (ii) maxed out like a smart car on Guinness Book of World Records day.  The driver leaned her head out and told the kids at our bus stop that someone would send another bus to pick them up in a bit.  Knowing how that kind of thing usually works, a couple of us promptly offered to drive them to school this morning.  I grabbed my wallet and keys and jumped in the car.

Traffic was predictably horrendous, so they missed the late bell by many, many minutes.  Kid A reminded me that a parent has to accompany tardies to the attendance office because no one trusts anybody in the 14 – 19 age group these days.  So in I went.

After I signed them in and returned to my car in the high school parking lot, I got a good look at myself in the mirror.  I was rocking some serious bed head.  I had on no makeup.  And I was wearing my pajamas.  All I needed was a few straggler curlers in my bird’s nest hair, a ratty bathrobe and a pack of Virginia Slims 100s and I could be “That Mom.”  Cool.  A mere two decades ago I wouldn’t be caught dead without a full-length mirror check prior to stepping foot out of my house.  Now I am threatening to show up to the cafeteria in a bikini (trust me… not pretty) if somebody dares to call me and ask if I could drive in a forgotten lunch box.

A little later in the morning it was time to take Kid E to pre-school camp.  His actual school doesn’t start until after Labor Day, but the last two weeks of camp coincide with the start of public school around here so you can bet your bottom dollar that I’m sending him.

Now, remember that his pre-school is in a strip mall.  There were people in front of the school entrance when we arrived and I wanted a good First Day of School picture of just him wearing his backpack, so I just took one next door.

Mr. Spicoli has been nice enough to offer us some pizza

It’s nice to know that he can get an after school job when he’s ready.  Maybe he can bus tables or work the cash register.  Everybody has to start somewhere.  Plus, we know where his mother will be.  Home brew is awesome.

Wish me luck for tomorrow…

Three Is the Magic Number

For the past week I have been making the rounds to all of the schools with all of the kids to meet teachers, secure lockers, and drop at least a couple of Benjamins (in $15 increments so I could write as many checks as possible, natch).  By now everybody has attended their sneak previews and school information days.  They have their backpacks and their supplies and their bus schedules.  Yes, friends, because school starts in just three more days.

Looking back over the summer I recall lots of sun, fun and road trips.  We hung out at the pool and at the beach and we saw lots of relatives and friends.  We did everything and nothing.  Almost everybody got to have an OK Day (every day is an OK Day for Kid A and Kid E doesn’t get one until he stays in his bed all night, every night… so I’m not holding my breath).  Sheepdog even joined in on the fun with us whenever he could.  We really had a great summer.

But I have had enough quality time with these people.  Seriously.  I’d like to be done now, please.  Thank goodness that the new school year is beginning next week, or else I’d be signing everybody up for sleep away camp.  Or farming them out for some manual labor so they’d be so exhausted when they got done that they’d just fall into their beds and sleep for 12 hours straight.  I could buy a pile of bricks and just have them move it from one spot to another and then move it back again when they were done.  They wouldn’t even have the energy to complain or request anything or fight with each other or me.  Bliss.

For the next three days I'm going to hang this picture on my refrigerator with the caption "Don't bug me or this will be you... except I won't give you a bagel."

Maybe I’ll just jot down those ideas for next summer.  It’s always good to have backup plans.

I just have to hang on for three more days.  We may go to the pool again.  I’m sure that Kid A will have plans with her friends.  Kid B says she still needs some more clothes for school.  We have talked about swapping Kid B’s and Kid C’s rooms, so we may tackle that project.  Sheepdog is going to move some other furniture with House Captain and set Kid E up in a new bed as well.  There is an Open House for Sunday School at a church we are thinking of attending this Sunday – maybe we’ll check that out too.  Or maybe we’ll just play video games until the school bus honks on Monday morning.

Whatever gets me through the next three days, right?

Wish me luck for the weekend…