Catching the Bus

Second day of school. You’d think it’d be a breeze considering yesterday was full of about 1,000 emotions, including wild excitement. 

But you probably didn’t oversleep. I had it all timed out last night before I went to bed. Get up, pack lunches, feed Henry, wake up girls, make breakfast, help them get ready and walk to our bus stop. 

Henry had other ideas. He normally sleeps through the night, but last night he skipped his last meal of the day and instead woke up at 4 a.m. This wasn’t a problem except when my alarm went off a couple hours later, I turned it off and got out of bed. 

Except I didn’t really get out of bed. 

At 7 a.m., I woke up like a shot. For the next 45 minutes, I was running around the house trying to get everything done and the whole time dragging two 40 lb kids around my ankles. 

Despite going to bed at a good time, they were a touch on the tired side this morning and “quick” was not in their vocabulary. But we had a bus to catch. 

So, I summoned every bit of patience while hurrying them through the morning. 

We made it — with five minutes to spare. And no one was crying. Well, until the bus pulled away. 

But those left quickly, too, when I walked over and saw this guy. That look says “I swear I was in my warm bed about 10 minutes ago. WTF, Mom?”