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I don’t put vodka in my Cheerios (but maybe I should).

October 24, 2008

Don’t you just love that photo? My daughter took that this morning and although I look quite drunk, I assure you I wasn’t. Although with the day I had, I sure wanted a drink, even though I don’t drink (but that’s another post, another day).

It started off fairly well until my son’s bus was late this morning and after he had gotten out of my SUV, he waited at the bus stop for almost 10 minutes (I wait there until he gets on the bus), freezing his butt off. I called him back over to sit in the vehicle to get warm and I called the bus company, and they said the bus would be along in about 10 minutes. After about five minutes, I see the bus pulling up so I tell son to get out and run over to the stop. Poor kid is running as fast as he can, with a fairly heavy backpack and as I’m watching, I see the bus driver closing the doors and begin pulling away from the curb. Great.

I’m thinking, this is just going to mess my whole day up should I have to drive him to school. With traffic and such, it’ll be an hour out of my day, and he’ll be late for school, just won’t start off on the right foot. However, to my relief, the driver saw him and stopped and he got on. Yay.

I make my way to the grocery store to pick up a handful of items. As I’m walking around as quickly as possible, almost done, I hear a woman’s voice come over the intercom. She’s informing customers that their debit machines (including credit cards) are out of order and they can only accept cash. Fantastic, because I never carry cash anymore. I’m about ready to ditch my cart with my items (and possibly punch someone), when I realized I did have some cash that my husband had given me the night before. Yay again. And luckily for me, the cashier was a young man who was working on all brain capicity and there were no issues at the time of payment. Yay again. Maybe I don’t need that booze (that I don’t really drink anyway) after all.

I make a quick trip to the bank, and all goes well there. In and out in 5 minutes. I head home, put groceries away, make a stew in the crockpot (I love you crockpot) and get my work done. I decided to go back out later on and go through the drive thru at Starbucks and order my crack strawberries n’ cream frapp. As I pull up and order, I’m told they’re out of the mix to make it, can they make me something else? No. No you can’t, because that’s the only thing I order from Starbucks. I get to sit in the drive thru lineup and wait for the 89 cars that are ahead of me regardless of not having a yummy drink to look forward to. No yay here.

I drive home, all disappointed that I didn’t get to drink those 6000 calories and possibly make my boobs bigger. Did I say boobs? I meant ass. Make my ass bigger. See? I’m still pissed about it.

The rest of the day goes by in a blur (am I sure I wasn’t drinking?) and then it’s time to pick up my son from the bus stop. I get there about 3 minutes before the bus usually arrives, and wait for another 10. I call the bus company and inquire as to where the bus is. I’m told they’ll radio the driver – lady comes back and says, she can’t reach the driver. Oh, that’s nice. I want to know where my special needs son is, but you can’t say. Fantastic. By this time, I have one minute to drive a five minute drive to pick up my daughter. I have to leave the bus stop and go get her, so I tell lady on the phone when she does reach the bus driver, to please have him (or her) tell my son to wait at the park for me, and I’ll be back in a few minutes and to call me – but I don’t get a call during the time I’m driving to get my daughter.

I get my daughter, who was worried (she’s a worrier – not sure where she gets that *ahem*), wondering why I wasn’t at our usual pick up spot, so I explained what happened and we talk about our back up plan should I be late again. She’s fine after that.

We head back over to the bus stop, and I look for son at the park, which I see no sign of him. I call the bus company back and ask how much longer the bus will be. Oh, the driver has been there already. Um, okay, well where’s my kid? Don’t know. Oh, well, that’s acceptable. I’m told they’ll contact the school to see if he even got on the bus. Lord. I decided to drive home to see if he possibly walked home. But even if he did, the doors would be locked, and he’d not be able to get in. I get home and there’s no sign of him. I run in the house to answer the ringing phone – it’s the bus company. He’s not at the school, so pretty much, no one had a clue as to where my child was. Where is that vodka when a frantic mother needs it? Uh, not that frantic mothers necessarily need booze, but hey, I was still pissed at missing out on my frapp, so vodka sounded good (sorta – doesn’t it taste kind of like rubbing alcohol?). Anyway, I hear a knock at my front door and it’s a lady telling me that my son is at her house – she lives just 2 houses past mine. I tell the bus lady that my son is here, at the neighbors house. Neighbor leaves to go back to her house and motions to me to come over when I’m done on the phone.

I go over and there’s my little buddy sitting at her kitchen island (her kitchen is beautiful by the way) and he smiles and I smile and then I thank her and of course I start to cry (could I be a bigger baby?) and she hugs me and tells me it’s okay and that she’d seen my son locked out and didn’t want him to be outside by himself and that if I ever need her, to feel free to call her (she gave me her number) and she’d gladly keep my kids if I needed her to or if I needed anything. And holy run-on sentence, but I had to get that all out. What a sweet lady and she really was lovely to me. I thank her again and look at my son and see he’s got tears in his eyes – I could tell he was a little worried that mom wasn’t at the bus stop when he got off of the bus, but I was proud of him for telling the neighbor his name (that’s huge, you have no idea) and although he didn’t talk to her after that (probably just nodded his head yes or no to questions), I’m glad she was thoughtful enough to be concerned for her neighbor’s kid. So yay for that.

I ended up with a migraine (never fails after a bus incident – and trust me, my poor kid has had three of them now over the past couple of years) to cap my day off, but it’s almost gone now. I wonder if the liquor store is open? I’m kidding. Kinda.

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10 Responses to “I don’t put vodka in my Cheerios (but maybe I should).”

  1. I don’t put vodka in my Cheerios (but maybe I should)….

    Don’t you just love that photo? My daughter took that this morning and although I look quite drunk, I assure you I wasn’t. Although with the day I had, I sure wanted a drink, even though I don’t drink (but that’s another post, another day)….

  2. Awwww sweetie! So sorry to hear all this! Glad it worked out…and maybe you have a new friend? That would be nice!

  3. Oh Honey, just go get some more Weed and you will be fine.

    What a horrible experience for both you and your son. I would have been frantic and on the verge of kicking some bus driver booty.

    How DARE Bigbucks run out of mix on a day like that!

  4. My 13 year old decided in 2nd grade that she would ride home with her best friend then just have the bus driver take her to her own house when done. By the time the school called to let me know what had happened I was nearly dead! I feel your pain. Glad everything turned out okay!

  5. Thanks girl, I’m drunk now, so all is well. (Kidding – BUT I did get my Starbucks today, so I’m happy!) ;)

  6. Phew! Worry and fret! No good on Fridays!
    Ok, what bus company are you using and, um, they SUCK!

    Glad it all worked out (minus the starbucks and tears).. wishing you a calmer weekend, without Excedrin written all over it!

  7. Good thing you had an attentive neighbour, that’s so cool how she stepped in and helped you like that but uhm wtf is up with your bus company?
    I’d maybe personally introduce yourself to the bus driver and explain that while you’re aware his job doesn’t necessarily pertain to babysitting, if he’s driving a bus with a special needs child he/she/it needs to be attentive to that child(s).

    It’s a big enough thing to trust our abled children to get on/off busses without any drama.. it’s completely different.. like handing someone priceless china… when it’s a child who requires extra love and attention.

    ((hugs)) to you

  8. That is the WORST! feeling in the world–wondering where your child is. We have all been there. Glad everything turned out well. Thank goodness for good neighbors.

  9. Yup so glad the neighbor is a great lady! And I just ate chocolate all weekend to comfort myself. ;)

  10. We have had our bus incidents as well. And I cried like a baby when I finally got my son back too. You are so lucky to have a wonderful neighbor though!





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