Let’s just dive right in with the bad news, shall we? Or, should I say, “shall I?”
I found out some seriously TERRIBLE news today.
I need to back-track a bit though.
I’ve been spoiled. Very, very spoiled.
I’ve never had to do the drop-off/pick-up thing for my kids once they started elementary school. When Grace entered kindergarten, I was hospitalized with the twins and a wonderful friend dropped her off and picked her up; every. single. day. Then we moved to Oregon and the girls rode the bus, getting picked up and dropped off at the end of my driveway. Just as they should. A parents convenience is of utmost importance, right? When we moved back to CA we moved to an area with where my girls got bused to school. AMAZING bonus.
It pains me to say this, but when we bought our new house, I knew that there were NO BUSES. But not until we were in escrow. It was almost a deal breaker. For real.
I’ve thought about this. A lot. I’ve wished fervently that this school district had buses. I had talked myself into thinking that dropping off my children was going to be do-able. That picking them up at TWO different times was manageable. I’ve really been trying, because honestly, I can think of much better uses of my time than sitting around waiting for my children to be released from school. It just makes more sense to have them delivered right. to. me.
I’ve been de-railed though. I recieved some terrible, horrible, no-good, very bad news today.
I won’t have TWO pick-up times.
I’ll have THREE (they stagger the dismissal times-kindergarten, lower grades and upper grades-so that there isn’t so much conjestion at one time).
I haven’t fully wrapped my mind around this yet.
THREE pick up times?
Oh, the good news?
LOVED my new church ward/congregation.