Funny-to-Me-Drama

Coming home from a shopping trip with only one child after church on Sunday put me in a VERY good mood. I had gotten up early, had a good hair day, received a nice message at Church and was off to accomplish a few things with my well-behaved, although somewhat dramatic 10 year old girl. We headed off to do a few things for her, a couple of things for me and grab a bite to eat while we were out. I guess I remember doing things like that with my Mom as I got older (not so much when I was little as times were different, like when we were dropped off at Skate World for hours on end on Sunday afternoon and told not to leave.) I also remember thinking my parents sense of humor was strange. Funny how things like that come back to you as you grow older.

As we were returning from our shopping trip, we passed a local high school and on the lighted marquis sign was a scrolling message, "March is Love The Bus Month". As I have stated in one of my earlier blogs, as much as I love the luxury of taking my children to and picking my kids up from school, I sincerely enjoy the bus. What a few minutes of glorious quiet time prior to all hell breaking loose at 3:30 PM. Even the dogs get quiet and nap for a short period starting at about 2:45. It is like they can sense the calm before the storm. Anyway, as we passed the sign, I told Cassidy, "Hey, March is Love The Bus Month". To which she not-so-kindly and under her breath, muttered, "Well, I don't love the bus". I then responded with a short learning message as to why I do love the bus and why riding the bus gives you personality and puts you in social environments where you have to learn to deal with situations that you don't encounter every day. Such as inappropriate language, sharing seats with someone you don't know, making new friends, etc... All the things that parenting allows you to come up with that sound "Parental". Now, if that wasn't enough to send her over the edge, I then pushed her into oblivion as I saw a big yellow school bus and shouted "Love Ya' Bus!" as we drove by it. Not quite so funny to her but hysterical for me! I kept it up all the way home (numerous times) and needless to say, she was dying to unload at the end of the driveway to which I promptly said, "Oh, and grab the mail please". A parent's work is never done. She is now traumatized and I think I can quietly hear her holding her breath every time we pass "The Big Cheese" as my brother so kindly called the school bus. She is hoping I didn't see it I am sure, but Mama doesn't miss much. She and her brother are lucky they don't ride in the wee hours of the morning too (6:45 AM), as at the rate they go, they would be riding in their PJ's...

Here's to another successful teaching bus ride today!
Love 'Ya Bus!
Queen Bee