We finally made it back to school today. woo hoo! (Well most of us did -- I had 6 kids absent so only 18 all day. Can you say glorious?!)
Let me preface this to say that my SCHOOL DAY was fabulous. Absolutely amazing. Truly. 18 kids, two "key absences" and several kids who didn't forget their brain over their 18 day break was really awesome.
The events outside of the school day? Well, let's just say they were so bizarre/weird/crappy that I really wondered if it wasn't a Monday. You just can't make this crap up.
- I walk Middle Child, age 12, to the bus at 6:30 in the morning. (Ungodly hour for a 12 year old!) She was being very sweet this morning and carried my gym bag and my Breakfast Smoothie. There was no lid on that smoothie. (You see where I'm going with this, don't you?) I turn around to close the door, my arms being full of Thirty-One bags full of all of the junk I needed to bring back to school, then turn back around to find her on her bottom on the bottom step. She had slipped and fell on the last step. She wasn't hurt which is good...but that whole smoothie thing? Yeah. She (and my gym bag) wore it. It was in her hair, all over the front of her coat, on her gloves, dripping down the straps of my bag and a few splotches on my gym clothes. Awesome. Not.
- The Youngest, age 11, gets on the bus with The Husband at 7:30 because she is still in elementary school. They have a new bus driver. Who came to the stop 12 minutes early, thus ensuring that The Youngest missed the bus and The Husband had to take her to school. Where she was "too early" according to them and they tried to make her sit outside. (Um, no. It's freezing you idiots.)
- Leave school at 4:10 when I'm supposed to be meeting someone at 4:15 who is 15 minutes away. Text to let her know I'm running late but on the way. All is fine. Until I get on the highway and a few flurries fly and everyone suddenly forgets how to drive in snow. Again. So my 15 minute travel time took nearly 30. (Thank goodness L was understanding about it!) Exchange the package, head home. A 20 minute trip turned into an hour and ten and by the time I finally got home, my toes were so cold (crap floor heater on the driver's side of my car--great timing, huh??) that I was practically crying when I got in the house because they hurt so bad.
- I never even made it to the effing gym. I didn't have time to change before I left to meet my friend to exchange products and my gym is really small and I am not a fan of the so-called "locker room" area there (its the only thing I don't like about my gym) so I didn't want to change there because it just creeps me out for whatever reason. And I ate fast food on the way home (what diet?! >:( ) because I had a low blood sugar moment.