Here in NY, most kids don’t ride school buses. This means Mama runs back and forth for drop off and pick up of two kids at two different schools–in opposite directions, of course.
I was late to pick up the middle guy today, for the 2nd time in 6 years. The girl had stayed home from school, not feeling well with a splendid combo of neuro crud and stomach crud. This, of course, played into it taking an extraordinarily long time for her to get ready to leave and pick up her brother. Add in the extra layers necessary for a 12 block walk in frigid temps, and we were late.
Despite what the little guy might think, I hate being late more than he hates my being late. Even when you know the problem is on your end, there’s a complete sinking of the stomach, combined with racing pulse, that comes of walking into the schoolyard, seeing 4 kids left and yours isn’t one of them. 😦 He was of course fine, waiting in the office so he and the teacher wouldn’t have to stand in the bitter cold. Actually, the teacher was already gone. After all, it was a full 7 minutes after official pick up time.
Blargh. At least it’s leftover night. And the girl already did her homework during the day. And I’m in until last call for the dog at ten o’clock. Small pleasures. I’m hoping a long, hot shower will stop the tingling in my fingertips.