The wheels on the bus
For any of you that know us I don't think it is any big secret that Big Daddy and I have been on full effort to get Joseph onto the school bus since Kindergarten. Yes, we have been fighting this battle head on for two full years and well I wasn't ready to let the efforts die quite yet. Oh and I was I say 'we' I mean 'I' but I will say 'we' because Big Daddy once in awhile when I vent to him about said situation will nod his head in agreement.
I think that the most frustrating part of the situation has been that there is a young lady in Joseph's class room that gets the bus home and she lives across the street from us. We are both 'out of area' so why help one and not the other. Ok, I could even maybe a little bit understand if we didn't pay our taxes or perhaps if we weren't involved in the community in which Joseph's goes to school. Big Daddy and I have take the time and effort to heavily embed ourselves in the community and make it our home. We volunteer a lot, participate in community sports and attend as many community events as we can. So, I truly felt that this was a justified stance on my part. Did anyone else see it this way, probably not. But I really didn't care.
This year as our situation arose again, it would be so helpful and gas saving if Joseph could start catching the bus that I insanely follow each day to school and home from school. I pursued new avenues on getting what I wanted. With a very helping hand from a friend who is friends with the appropriate school board officianato I got the call. Bus driver Bob was calling to see when Joseph could start taking the bus and where our pickup/drop off point should be.
I think because I have been pursuing this for so long and it really would help my days I felt like an angel was shining down on us. I mean since when do good things happen to us?
So, Bus driver Bob and I set up our times and the next morning was to be day 1. I was excited and so was Joseph. I think it really helps that Joseph is that much older now and has grown to be that much more independant.
Morning arrives and the kids and I are standing at the bus stop waiting for Bus driver Bob to make his grand appearance. It all went off like a well oiled machine.
Later that night I had to admit what really happened on that corner at 8:whatever o'clock in the morning.
Big Daddy: "how'd the first day on the bus go"
Joseph: "good, I sit with Leon"
Me: "good, the bus pulls up, Joseph gets on...and then *sob* it DRIVES AWAY!!!"
Big Daddy: "well...uhh...isn't that what was supposed to happen?"
Me: "I know! But my baby was on there!!! and it was like he was such a big boy..just driving away"
I know Big Daddy was snickering and I feel so justified in finally getting Joseph onto the bus and I am glad he has his freedom. But I guess I had so many other thoughts about it I didn't realize that I would be so shocked and emotional about it. The bus drove away. Hmm. Who'da thought.
I think that the most frustrating part of the situation has been that there is a young lady in Joseph's class room that gets the bus home and she lives across the street from us. We are both 'out of area' so why help one and not the other. Ok, I could even maybe a little bit understand if we didn't pay our taxes or perhaps if we weren't involved in the community in which Joseph's goes to school. Big Daddy and I have take the time and effort to heavily embed ourselves in the community and make it our home. We volunteer a lot, participate in community sports and attend as many community events as we can. So, I truly felt that this was a justified stance on my part. Did anyone else see it this way, probably not. But I really didn't care.
This year as our situation arose again, it would be so helpful and gas saving if Joseph could start catching the bus that I insanely follow each day to school and home from school. I pursued new avenues on getting what I wanted. With a very helping hand from a friend who is friends with the appropriate school board officianato I got the call. Bus driver Bob was calling to see when Joseph could start taking the bus and where our pickup/drop off point should be.
I think because I have been pursuing this for so long and it really would help my days I felt like an angel was shining down on us. I mean since when do good things happen to us?
So, Bus driver Bob and I set up our times and the next morning was to be day 1. I was excited and so was Joseph. I think it really helps that Joseph is that much older now and has grown to be that much more independant.
Morning arrives and the kids and I are standing at the bus stop waiting for Bus driver Bob to make his grand appearance. It all went off like a well oiled machine.
Later that night I had to admit what really happened on that corner at 8:whatever o'clock in the morning.
Big Daddy: "how'd the first day on the bus go"
Joseph: "good, I sit with Leon"
Me: "good, the bus pulls up, Joseph gets on...and then *sob* it DRIVES AWAY!!!"
Big Daddy: "well...uhh...isn't that what was supposed to happen?"
Me: "I know! But my baby was on there!!! and it was like he was such a big boy..just driving away"
I know Big Daddy was snickering and I feel so justified in finally getting Joseph onto the bus and I am glad he has his freedom. But I guess I had so many other thoughts about it I didn't realize that I would be so shocked and emotional about it. The bus drove away. Hmm. Who'da thought.
posted by Jessica @ 3:11 PM
1 Comments:
At 8:35 PM ,
Shar-Lee said...
Bus driver Bob... lol is this the doodlebop bus!
But seriously... we are 1/2 block out of the busing area for our kids but the bus goes right past our house to pick up kids from the local daycare. So tell me your secret so I can start my campaign to change the busing district and get my kids on the but. I to painstakingly (and sometimes in my pj's) follow the bus to school!
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