When Blake first started school he wanted to ride the school bus so bad. It was something he had always looked forward to doing once he was a "big boy" in Kindergarten. The problem was we lived directly across from the school. I had to repeatedly explain how it wasn't logical for the bus to carry him across the street. He was heartbroken for weeks.That summer we moved.
Moving far enough for him to ride the bus was a big selling point. For me it was a bittersweet experience. As much as I didn't like being close to a busy intersection, I actually liked the convenience of being close to school. The first day of school comes around for my big first grade boy. The first day or two I drive him in the mornings and pick him up in the afternoons. After a couple of trips I decide all this driving is for the birds. Blake finally gets his wish to ride the school bus. I admit it was selfish reasoning on my behalf. I was tired of buying gas, not to mention, having to get out and drive that early in the morning when I could go back to bed. I still continued to pick him up in the afternoons. The mom in me was still worried he would not get off the bus at the house. It is a good thing because every afternoon he would fall asleep on the way home. We only had one incident that year where the bus driver failed to stop. Blake was upset; however, I was able to explain that she couldn't see him standing there due to him wearing a camouflage coat.
This arrangement carries on over to second grade. He rides the bus in mornings. I pick up in afternoon. I might need to mention that Blake is not a morning person. Seriously, he is dressed minutes before pick up time. I was running late one afternoon therefore my sister did pick up duty. She calls me the next morning to ask if Blake had told me what happened to him the previous morning. Of course, I have heard nothing. I brace myself. It seems that Blake not only sleeps in the afternoons on the way home, but he also sleeps on the bus to school. He was asleep and did not get off at the elementary school. He awoke at the high school. Apparently a teacher had to drive him back to his school. Once I ask, Blake confirms the story. He says he told his Nannie (great grandmother, age 88) that afternoon. Sure enough, he did but she assumed he was telling her a story since he whispered it in her ear.
Needless to say, the amazing school bus isn't so amazing anymore. I sorta blame myself as a mom. I should make him go to bed earlier. I should make him get up earlier. What are the chances of the same thing happening once again?? The mom in me fears it is very likely. Now I'm back to dropping him off in the mornings (while I'm still in pjs and robe) and picking up in afternoon. It was a nice ride while it lasted.
