I think I may be worse than the kids when my carefully planned routines are interrupted. Nope, I definitely don’t like change.
This week N&B were supposed to be starting a week-long day camp. With N’s broken wrist, she will be attending Camp Grandma and Grandpa instead (so kind of them!), while B catches a school bus to her new daily destination.
Everything was planned ahead, but I still felt out of sorts because things were not as usual. Nevertheless, everyone was up and dressed and ready to go right on time. We all headed out together so that we could see off our little camper and I could get a lift to the bus stop. We parked and got out of the car and waited where we thought we were supposed to wait. There were no other families in sight, and no school bus either. We were early, but still, I got that familiar churning in my stomach that can mean that either something is not right, or that everything is absolutely fine. I worry either way. We started wandering around looking for some sign of children, backpacks, chaos; nothing.
Time was getting on and B was in danger of missing her bus if we didn’t find the bus stop soon. How can you not find a school bus you ask? Well, it helps if you are in the wrong place entirely. Tony started running ahead to search for the bus, while the girls and I trailed behind him as fast as we could. Just as it was looking very bleak, a school bus drove past us. Another parent ahead of us seemed to stop the bus to load an extra sweater on, and B squeaked on just in time. Gah. My heart was racing. I hardly even got to say good-bye. There was no hug or kiss either. Boo.
I was truly upset that B had started off her week in such a harried and uncontrolled way. I had wanted to give her an exciting and enthusiastic send-off. Instead she will remember an anxious Mom running through the rain trying to keep it together.
And why do these things roll off husbands? Once Tony knew that she had gotten on the bus, he, quite correctly, got on with his day. I, instead, let it weigh on me so much that I felt the need to blog about it this evening.
Of course it didn’t help that I looked like a mad woman for the rest of my day at work, with my post-surgery blood-shot eyes and my gigantic got-caught-in-the-rain hair. It was just that kind of day.