Oh Yes I Did!

I did it. And it felt good. Really, really good! And I'm not sorry. Not. One. Bit. In fact, I think I'll do it again. Soon! Let me explain...

Last week I received a call from the bus company that picks up The Littles. They left me a message letting me know what time The Middle Little should be ready. Nothing about The Oldest. Neither of them are going to schools in our actual district, which ironically is about ten miles farther from home than the schools they are attending. Go figure. So, they take the school bus. So I started calling. Yes, she was bussed to and from the same school to and from the same home last year, but she was not on their schedule for this year. Contact the school. So I did. And the school contacted the district. And the school let me know Saturday morning that the district notified the bus company and faxed over The Girlie's authorization. The bus company called Sunday morning to let me know that they still had not received any paperwork for The Girlie, therefore she would not be taking the bus on Monday. And that was Sunday, so while the bus company was in the office, neither the school nor the school district would be.

So...how to get two kids to two different schools at exactly the same time. More importantly, how to pick up two kids from two different schools at exactly the same time as everyone else in the district. Dang.

Well obviously I can't wait at home for The Middle Little to get on his bus and still drop the Older Little off on time. So I took them both to school. And knowing this process had to be reversed in the afternoon, I couldn't take the chance that I'd be stuck in traffic picking up The Oldest while The Middle Little's bus was at our home. So I picked them both up. Early.

And at the The Girlie's school, I met a little resistance. The gal was new and unaccustomed to the fact that I have already established the "Don't piss me off or say anything stupid to me and I won't hurt you" attitude. So I calmly explained for the third time about the busing fiasco, the inability to be in two places at one time, why I was picking The Girlie up at 1:30 in order to get to The Middle Little's school to retrieve him and still get us all home in time for the ART to arrive at 2:30. She still didn't "Understand" what the problem was. So I said, "I have a medically fragile infant. He's not supposed to be out in this heat." Magic words! I swear the structure of her face changed. The Girlie was summoned and we were out of there! At The Middle Little's school, encountering the same line of questioning for the umpteenth time, I uttered those magical words, and we were off campus and on the way home before the final bell rang.

Yes, I think I abused the power. I also think that the clerks at their schools were being overly pragmatic. I also have the words from Jack's pediatrician, delivered in a solemn doom and gloom voice: Keep him out of the heat. Do not take him to crowded places. Do not take him to the grocery store. Do not take him where there are other children. Keep him home. Yes, he had pneumonia. Yes, he had a dual ear infection. Yes, he has some minor cardiac defects. (Does that even work in a sentence, minor and cardiac defects, especially in relation to an infant?) So does that make him medically fragile? No. Would I do it again? You betcha!