First let’s talk about the Daddy Bus . . .
The Daddy Bus is supposed to leave at 7:20.
But Daddy is a pushover for his girls!
Cuz if you leave any later than 7:20, school drop off goes from serene to entering the Vortex of Death (otherwise known as the “Drop Off Circle”).
So back to the Mommy Bus.
I have said before, and I’ll say it again. I like to run a tight ship.
Which doesn’t always go my way with two kids, three big dogs and a couple of handfuls of employees.
I employ all sorts of techniques to keep things running: checklists, flip charts, computer task lists, notes on fridge and, of course, yelling.
So yesterday the Daddy Bus was sick. Something else I can’t control. (Just pull yourself up by the bootstraps, Man!)
So I’m going to run Blondie to school.
So when I tell her that I’m leaving at 7:20 cuz Daddy is sick? She doesn’t seem to really believe me.
7:20. 7:21. Let’s Go!
7:22 I don’t care if you aren’t ready. Get your stuff and go.
7:23 Just put your shoes on in the car. And forget about combing your hair.
7:24 No sunscreen yet huh? Again, do that in the car. (Hey, it’s Palm Springs. She’s fair skinned. Sunscreen isn’t even a choice in our family.)
7:25 Complete meltdown. (Hers. Not Mine.) This is not FAIR!!!
7:25 If you’re not ready in the next 60 SECONDS the MOMMY BUS IS LEAVING.
7:26…0h well Blondie. You missed the Mommy Bus. The next bus leaves at 8:00 when you sister goes to school.
7:26…Hysterical wailing (Hers. Not Mine.)
Now the retarded thing about all this is that Blondie is dedicated to school. It is VERY important to my kid to get to school on time. She loves a routine herself. And the thought of walking into her Math class 35 minutes late? And having people LOOK at her? Absolutely horrifying.
But you know what? The Mommy Bus has a schedule. The next departure time was the elementary school Mommy Bus at 8:00 a.m. And that bus was a walking bus.
So Mommy walked them both to school. Blondie with the reddest blotchiest face you’ve ever seen. She is calmer, except for the little hysterical crying hiccups she’s got going.
Me however? I spent the day doing a little victory dance.
Here’s the good thing about this. Which btw, is another version of Big Picture Parenting. (Parenting that sucks in the moment, but has some promise of payoff in the future.)
Yeah, this morning sucked… for both of us.
But you know who will be the number one passenger on the Mommy Bus at 7:19?
At 7:19. Teeth brushed, hair brushed, sunscreen on. And she’ll probably even be wearing shoes!