I hate it when the kids miss the bus and lucky for me it doesn’t happen very often. Unfortunately, it happened yesterday morning. We bundled up, went down the stairs, through the tunnel and out the garage. We got out there right on time and waited and waited and waited. Then I saw our neighbor leaving and knew we’d missed the bus. He wouldn’t have left if his daughter wasn’t already safe on the bus and on her way to school. I waited a few more minutes hoping that I’d see that big yellow bus come to rescue me but it never did. Crap! I have to drive them.  So back up the tunnel, up the stairs and into the house. They take off their coats and boots only after tracking snow through the house. I have to get Mari ready as fast as possible so we can at least get to school on time and I remember that I’m almost out of gas and my light is on. Crap! I have to buy gas before we can go to school. I don’t want them to be late mostly because if they are, I have to walk in with them and I’m wearing my Yoga pants and a sweatshirt and no make-up.  Mari is used to a routine and follows it every single morning and I was upsetting this routine. I finally convince her to just throw on yesterday’s clothes and get ready as fast as possible. We get everyone bundled back up, boots on and backpacks and back down the stairs, through the tunnel and into the garage. Everyone gets in the truck and we drive off. I’m almost at the gas station when I reach for my wallet…….Crap! Where’s my wallet? I have to turn around and go back home. As I pull into the driveway I hear Mari in the back “She has to figure out where the school is.” I look around the car and no wallet. I go back up the tunnel up the stairs and into the kitchen. I look on the computer desk and on the table and no wallet. Back downstairs, through the tunnel and looking in the car again. I hear Mari “She must be looking for something.” Thanks Captain Obvious! I didn’t say it..but I was thinking it. By now I’m starting to get really upset, kids are late, still need gas and no wallet! WTH! Back up the tunnel, up the stairs and into the house. I frantically look around and finally standing in the hall near the kitchen an idea pops into my head and I open the pantry door. Yes! My wallet is in the pantry. Don’t ask why because I have no frickin’ idea. Back down the stairs, through the tunnel and back to the car. By now we are already late and still need gas. Crap! I get gas and get to school. I drop off Sissy in the front of her school and tell her to tell the attendance lady that I can’t come in because I have a handicapped person in the car and to wave to me from the window if that’s okay. Phew! I didn’t need to go in! Then on the few hundred feet to J-Man’s school. He’s in first grade so we all have to go in there. Yes, I look gorgeous in my yoga pants and sweatshirt and no make-up. I get J-Man signed in and can finally go back home.  The whole ride home this is what I hear from the back seat.

Mari: Ya, the kids missed the bus. They missed the bus. We had to drive them. Ya, the kids missed the bus. We had to drive them. Ya, the kids missed the bus.

I know she has to repeat things and understand why she does it, but it’s like a hammer in your skull constantly hitting you over the head with how incompetent you are.