My neighbors were nice enough to tell me that several kids were on the wrong bus home today after the first day of school, and one of them was mine. I know they must think I'm a horrible parent (and they don't even know about the laundry strip tease dilemma) because:
1. I didn't even know my son was late.
2. I didn't even really think it was that big of a deal.
In all fairness, I was secretly thinking better him than me. The kid knows his way home and even told the bus driver they were going the wrong way. Had it been me, I would still be riding all around who knows which school districts and would probably be arrested for hanging around elementary schools that my kids don't even go to (not to mention I'm not 100% sure anyone in my house would bail me out). AND......I deserve kudos for managing to drag myself downstairs this morning BEFORE the bus came to get my son off for his first day. I was actually dressed when I walked outside for the dog's morning business, and THAT is a blessing to my neighbors right there who must be bored watching me stumble out in my mismatched pajamas and post-Ambien morning stupor. Did I watch him get on the bus? Of course not, but I could've had I been paying attention or my coffee been stronger (and I don't mean in caffeine).
On the positive side, my cutie did get to ride home on the short bus, which I only wish I'd had a bit more notice about because it would've been worth videotaping and embarrassing him with later on in life (or even this week).
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