Intrepid's first day of school. I was so well prepared, I swear. This was going to be an insanity-free first day experience. It was to be better than any other year (where everything was done last minute, I was up until the wee hours writing his initials on every pencil, blurry eyed and frustrated).
I had everything sharpened, labelled and ready by the door.
I made his lunch yesterday afternoon and stuck it in the fridge.
I asked him to lay out his clothes for the big day hours before bedtime.
We were set. This was going to be a stress-free re-integration.
The four of us arrived at the bus stop 10 minutes early to make sure we could all see him off for his big day.
The bus didn't come.
We waited 10 minutes after it was supposed to show up. No bus. 5 more minutes. No bus.
We jump into the van and head down to his school (we only have 10 minutes to get him there at this point). Chaos ensues. Everyone's stressed. Nobody knows what's going on. My perfect planning falls apart.
It's now 8:36am. Intrepid has hopefully found his class. Geekster is hopefully almost all the way to work. Gutsy is watching Dora and I'm blogging. I'm also in a bitchy mood now.
Hey, I tried, right? *shakes head*
I'm going to go drink my coffee and pout now. I need a hug, although it would require someone with grotesquely long arms to do the job. Applicants may apply via comments. Please send arm pictures.
I had everything sharpened, labelled and ready by the door.
I made his lunch yesterday afternoon and stuck it in the fridge.
I asked him to lay out his clothes for the big day hours before bedtime.
We were set. This was going to be a stress-free re-integration.
The four of us arrived at the bus stop 10 minutes early to make sure we could all see him off for his big day.
The bus didn't come.
We waited 10 minutes after it was supposed to show up. No bus. 5 more minutes. No bus.
We jump into the van and head down to his school (we only have 10 minutes to get him there at this point). Chaos ensues. Everyone's stressed. Nobody knows what's going on. My perfect planning falls apart.
It's now 8:36am. Intrepid has hopefully found his class. Geekster is hopefully almost all the way to work. Gutsy is watching Dora and I'm blogging. I'm also in a bitchy mood now.
Hey, I tried, right? *shakes head*
I'm going to go drink my coffee and pout now. I need a hug, although it would require someone with grotesquely long arms to do the job. Applicants may apply via comments. Please send arm pictures.