First, stand up and cheer with me: The Kid made the bus today!
It’s been a crazy week or so in School Bus World. His regular bus driver, the kind man who will stop back here to drop off a forgotten lunchbox after finishing the run and who patiently rolls the bus to a stop right in front of our house to give The Kid an extra opportunity to make the bus each morning, is ill. The substitutes don’t know the route, much less that Mr. Tony doesn’t make The Kid wait on the corner (we’re the only ones at the stop). So there were days when The Kid was ready for the bus, waiting in our front yard dribbling his soccer ball, and the substitute driver zoomed right by. We won’t talk about how fast they were driving on a residential street, either.
But today he made the bus, because I have devised the Best Way to Wake Up a 7th-Grade Boy Ever.
15 minutes after his alarm clock goes off, I go in there and warn him that if he’s not up by the time I have gathered up the drink, yogurt and snack for his lunchbox, I’m coming back, and I won’t be alone.
When I come back, I bring Meghan.
I like Meghan’s sound. The Kid does not. He’s out of bed before the end of the first verse.
And yesterday I took a long look at my kitchen and did not like what I saw. So I piled all the stuff that was in a place where it didn’t belong on the kitchen table. My mission was to get it all put away before dinnertime. And I got it done. I even moved the bread machine and put the recipe box in that spot, because it makes more sense that way.
I’d get out the tablecloth now, but my daughter has a pineapple she wants to cut up, and I’d rather wait to put down the tablecloth until that job is done.
That diabetic-supply basket looks none too terrific, but that’s a project for another day. Right now, we’re just happy that all the stuff The Kid needs is in one accessible spot.