It’s not a party until something’s broken. Well, dudes, I’ve thought up another cliché. It’s not a school year, until someone’s missed a bus.
Yep, it’s true. Less than a week into the school year and Hyper Lad has already missed the bus. Not in a metaphorical sense, you understand, but the actual, physical sense of not being there when the school bus pulls up to onload the precious little anklebiters.
The best part about it is that this is the year when his school day got pushed back 30 minutes. Instead of school starting at 8:45 am and running until 3:45 pm, Hyper Lad now doesn’t have to be in school until 9:15 am and only gets out at 4:15 pm. And we still didn’t make the bus.
Way to start the second day of school there, dad. And, yes, it was my fault.
But, come on, dudes. I was lulled into a false sense of security by the idiocy of the bus schedule. Here’s the deal. The first day of school, the bus didn’t get there until 9 am, when it was supposed to be there at 8:45 am. The fact that the afternoon bus was an hour late getting in that first day didn’t help my sense of urgency.
Now I’m to blame because I actually took the time to read the newspaper comics with Hyper Lad before setting out, just in time to see the bright yellow bus pull away, a good 10 minutes before it was supposed to arrive at his stop.
Here’s the thing: The schedules were rearranged to save money on the bus schedule, but I think something’s a bit messed up. Instead of a full bus load of kids, Hyper Lad’s morning bus is carrying all of six kids to school. The afternoon bus is only a little different, with 12 young dudes and dudettes on the bus home.
Which strikes me as slightly ridiculous. How is running a total of 18 young dudettes and dudes back and forth to school on two buses supposed to be saving money? Not that I’m complaining all that much, considering that on last year’s buses, Hyper Lad and the other riders were sitting three to a seat both ways.
Here’s hoping the schedule shakes out a bit better in the weeks to come. I mean, I have no interest in grabbing Buzz, the garbage disposal that walks like a dog, throwing him into the MachoMobile (my new name for the mini-van. It was either that or the CoolMachine. Still debating it.) and then forcing Hyper Lad to sit through my — to him — atrocious taste in morning radio shows to take him to school.
Well, either that or I start getting my act together in the mornings, but what are the chances of that happening?