Friday, October 13, 2006
The wheels on the bus
This morning, the Door Man is going on a field trip. It is 30 flipping degrees outside, and they are going to a farm/pumpkin patch. 40 miles away. There are perfectly WONDERFUL pumpkin patches in the near vicinity, and I do not understand why they have to take them to this one.
I have had about 3 panic attacks already because (1) the Door Man is prone to car sickness and (2) no one can take as good of care of my child as me. Oh and the bus careening off the road at 75 miles an hour also has etched itself permanently in my brain.
Did I ever mention that I am a control freak?
My mother and sister have suggested that I keep him home. But he is SO looking forward to this, and there comes a point in time when I just have to let the chips fall where they may.
But really ... WHY it has to be THIS farm I just don't know.
So now I need to go be productive, and pretend that I am not bothered by having to send my six year old off on a bus this morning with Drammamine in his tummy, and hope for the best. His teacher better remember to give him his dose on the way home, or there will be a price to pay!
I'm a mom of three peeps ... Queen Bee, The Door Man, and the Chandelier Monkey, and wife to Ace, the Helpful Hardware Man. I created this space to get away from the people known as my inlaws, and because life with three kids and a hubby is all Unexplored Territory.
The nine-year-old who seems to be growing older every minute, has an opinion and a comment for everything, and has a true servant's heart.
The seven-year-old who loves the organization of things, will someday be someone's therapist because of his kind soul, and will more than likely be living with us until he is 40 years old.
The five-year-old with the 13-year-old attitude, who has a dictator's personality, asks you to watch her all the time and say "hold on" to keep your attention, and will someday come home on the back of some dude's motorcycle with 10 tatts and a body piercing or two.
The man of the house, the fixer of things, the winner of prizes, and the only person in his family to escape the South.
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