And the fun times just keep on coming…
Yesterday after I dropped the kids off at school I returned home, and discovered envelopes thrown on the floor. The same envelopes I had asked, Ruthie, to “put into Owen’s folder, IN his backpack”. Ugh. Some days it is hard to decide if I am losing my mind or if my children are not listening to a thing I say.
It was 3:00 before I knew it. My phone rang. It was the school. This was not going to be good.
“Jana, we have a bit of a problem. Griffin, missed the bus…”
“Oh, is that all?” I thought to myself.
“He missed the bus because he was in the bathroom…”
I was still thinking this wasn’t a huge deal. Poor timing on his part, but no big deal. And then this phone call took a quick, unpredicted nose dive.
… he was in the bathroom getting sick.”
Oh jolly. I really thought the illness had left our house once, Ruthie, recovered. However, that wasn’t the end of it.
“But the problem is, Ruthie, got on the bus. She is headed home.”
Hmm. So you are telling me I need to be in two different places at once? Well, as luck would have it, I can be! Well, no not really. I don’t have a Super Mom cape hidden in my closet. I’d like one though. Perhaps I can add that to my Christmas list…
I, however, happened to be in my truck with my Mom, and was practically driving right past the school. And just a few minutes earlier my Dad had pulled into my driveway with Owen. Perfect timing. I could go and get, Griffin, while my Dad would be at my house when Ruthie got off of the bus. Again, perfect timing. How did that just happen?
I picked, Griffin, up from school. Poor guy.
I managed to get home just a few minutes before the bus arrived. My parents headed home (for some reason they didn’t want to stick around) while I made a spot for Griffin on the couch.
“I am going to get the mail, and see if, Ruthie, is getting off the bus yet.”
I am glad I went outside.
Ruthie, was running toward me. “Mom! Mom! I can’t find Griffin! I looked everywhere!”
As I explained that he was sick and was inside laying on the couch, tears of relief streamed down her face.
“I was so worried,” she said.
Tomorrow, they will be chasing each other and arguing again, but until then I will cherish this moment – a moment filled with love and concern for her brother.
Only At My House,