:((
We were late getting the kids to school this morning. The darned buses are supposed to be every 10 minutes. After waiting for nearly 40 minutes I gave up and started walking* only to see three drive by. The drivers were all giggling and hopping up and down in their seats like demented rabbits who’d played a really funny joke on someone. Gits.
I think they have special training.
Once we’d started walking we were committed to a full pelt, kid dragging, stride. The Hildy and I both ranted at the kids to keep up. Sadly one comment at Snarly made her very sad. Now I’m riddled with guilt at making my first born cry. I forget how intense and vital everything is when you’re 12. Even a minor threat to your security is a terrible trauma and things that you thought were stable suddenly seem to be hanging over a precipice.
Well, bugger that for a game of tin soldiers, we’ll just have to leave earlier. No more harsh comments either. I want to see this face more often.
so less of this:
Oh and I accidentally let the rabbit escape this morning.
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