It's really happened
I know i've kinda put the blogging thing on the back burner for awhile. Three kids might do that to a person. Oh well, you'll get over it.
Yesterday I went on my first field trip with Joseph's class this year. His field trips and my availabilty just haven't matched up yet. But this was a whole day field trip out to Blackstrap to do some hiking, nature learning, fire-pit lunching and some *gag & shiver* snake holding...and NOT by me I might add.
It's 0900 and we are ready and loading on to the bus and there is Joseph, who by the way now goes by "Joey" to his uber-cool buds, on the bus with these previously mentioned uber-cool buds and there is no spot for me on the seat next to him. What the heck! How did THAT happen. Last year it was all "hey mom sit here!"
I guess 8.5 is when you become too cool for your Mom *sob* I guess I should just be thankful that at the end of the day after our long walk back up the hill (and oh did I feel the burn) we all loaded on the bus and it was about to pull away and Joseph popped his head up and made sure I was actually ON the bus. Is it 15/16 when they hope the bus has left Mom behind or better yet run her over?
Yesterday I went on my first field trip with Joseph's class this year. His field trips and my availabilty just haven't matched up yet. But this was a whole day field trip out to Blackstrap to do some hiking, nature learning, fire-pit lunching and some *gag & shiver* snake holding...and NOT by me I might add.
It's 0900 and we are ready and loading on to the bus and there is Joseph, who by the way now goes by "Joey" to his uber-cool buds, on the bus with these previously mentioned uber-cool buds and there is no spot for me on the seat next to him. What the heck! How did THAT happen. Last year it was all "hey mom sit here!"
I guess 8.5 is when you become too cool for your Mom *sob* I guess I should just be thankful that at the end of the day after our long walk back up the hill (and oh did I feel the burn) we all loaded on the bus and it was about to pull away and Joseph popped his head up and made sure I was actually ON the bus. Is it 15/16 when they hope the bus has left Mom behind or better yet run her over?
Labels: da bus, Joseph, tales of motherhood
