DCFemella

The kids’ first day went well.  The only thing is that I get a call from Cebastian’s child care provider indicating that he was not on the bus.  He gets on a different bus in the mornings because it’s the earliest bus in the neighborhood, so I can take Isabelle to school.  She said that he thinks he got on that one.  All these scenarios started running through my head.  I picked Isabelle up, and then started searching the neighborhood.  I called the school, and they said that no kids had been dropped off at school, but they would  notify me.  After 20 minutes, I called back again.  They said no buses had returned.  Five minutes later they call me and say that Cebastian was there.  I was hyperventilating and crying, so I had to calm down before I entered the school.  There he was waiting for me.  I asked the Assistant Principal what happened cause he had a huge label on his shirt indicating the bus he was suppose to get on, and also I filled out a form during the open house that indicated that as well.  She said that he told them another bus number.  I knew there was no point of pressing the issue because I was already in a horrible mood, and I am not the most calm speaker when I am.

I grilled Cebastian 1,000 times about what bus he is suppose to get on, I wrote his teacher an email and a note, and I told the bus driver in the morning that he is suppose to get on another bus.  On top of that, I filled out another form last night indicating that in the mornings, he gets on bus #7, and after school, he gets on bus #13.  If he gets on the wrong bus, I will not take it lightly.

I feel kind of bad because Isabelle’s first day got overshadowed due to the bus fiasco.  Today I will focus on her, so she feels and remembers that she is important as well.