A very long day

The bus picked The Boy up at 7:46.

I walked back home with tears streaming down my face, and decided to get busy to make the time pass quickly.

I sat at my computer and worked, and before I knew it, it was almost 11:00!

Then I cleaned house. A few more hours pass.

I am still not finished painting that blue bathroom. I have run out of steam, I guess. Only the closet remains. All of the closets in this house have those organizer systems in them, and while I love that, there are all these little plastic shelf holder things screwed into the wall. We decided to paint around them rather than take them out. Bad decision, and probably why I haven't finished that room yet. I have an hour to kill so I get out the paint.

3:00! Finally! The bus drops The Boy off at 3:06.

The bus doesn't come.

At 3:30 I call MFH who says they are probably just running late. No, don't call the school yet.

At 3:40 I decide to call the school. This is ridiculous. The school clerk of "You're on free lunch, right?" fame tells me the buses are running late and not to worry, but call back if I need to.

WTF?

Not one minute later my phone rings and the caller ID says School Dist 2. No, The Boy is not home yet. They'll look for him. A few minutes later they call back saying they've found him. He is with the bus driver, safe, and will be home with the big kids on our route.

The PRINCIPAL put him on the wrong bus. She put him on the same bus he takes to school. Remember my dismay at the two different buses issue?

I asked, "When can I expect him?" Probably within 15 minutes. It is now 3:48.

At 4:20 I finally see the bus coming down our street. He got on the bus at 2:30 when his school day ended.

All I could think about was the safe little community we used to live in, where the daycare providers were going to pick him up when his day ended and get him safely back to their facility until I picked him up after work.