8:01 am: Call from neighbor “Is Stacie OK?” Yes, I reply, “Why?”
In response: “I saw her running down the street screaming at a bus in her night gown.”
Me: “oh, that, yeah I noticed that too. First day of summer school. (pause) Went better than I hoped for.”… some time earlier….
First day of school for a Special Needs kid. When the bus driver who never dealt with a special needs kid (or protective " mother bear" as I call them) expects kids to be waiting on the corner, even though the route is a specific address, she will do a 30 second count and quickly drive away (bus schedule). Bus pulled up, Stacie sees it and promptly finished brushing Riley’s teeth. Started to wheel him out/at door 15 seconds later. Bus starts to pulls away.
Stacie looks to first person she sees Ronan (younger son), “Watch Riley” who then looks to me (Dad standing next to Riley~!?/chopped liver?... Ronan's expression is like "watch him do what?") I tell Ronan I will be taking him to summer camp late.
In her momentum Stacie starts to exit with wheelchair in hand (at door!!) and quickly is out (The Greeks really should have used a wheelchair for a battering-ram). The door flies open. Stacie is off. The bus is off. Third time in my marriage I saw my wife actually run. Bus pulls away. Ronan, Riley and I standing at the door: Ronan asks “what is mommy doing?” I sip my coffee as we all look out the door.... Stacie (running), bus (driving) and curious neighbors (standing) on street... and I reply “being mommy.” So begins the first day of summer program.Again, better than I hoped for as far as first day of summer school goes.
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